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hands to the bone

you are still small
rising ebbing
murmurs and waves

my shrunken heart
I'm trying my God
look at these hands

they are climbing
endlessly, and always
bringing me failure










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I will climb for you my God, but I am so discouraged.

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  • Trill - Trickle
    October 20, 2008

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    Good poem - Thoroughly enjoyed it! Keep writing!
    [ { much respect for all my fellow writers and readers at AP } ]


  • going nowhere
    October 19, 2008
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    oh, but He will not fail you, even when you feel you are failing... i know. well done. thank you.


    • be a circle
      October 20, 2008
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      thanks. I'm glad He is so faithful, because I am not. lol