My life drifts,
ebbing to and fro;
matters not, it seems
which direction which I go.
Then, suddenly,
a pylon appears
leaving doubt assailing
that which lies arrears.
The anchor holds
and binds my soul;
paying debts and such
He leaves me whole.
My shining star,
His love I do partake,
that He gives more than love,
is Icing On The Cake.
©2007
3-30-07
Author notes
Written for the contest: 26 letters, 26 enteries Number 2
by SensualWhispers http://allpoetry.com/contest/2344024
A contest entry
- 26 letters, 26 enteries Number 2 by SensualWhispers.
600 points, ended April 13, 2007, 14 entries
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