A Poem by ReversingEvolution4TheBetter

Where can you go when everything falls apart?


I can feel the love of my Father

Before I enter His humble abode

I smell the fresh scent of grass

That had been cut not an hour ago

The wind seems to rumor

A convivial note

A message purer than joy itself

As I enter His house, my eyes fill with tears

My feet become weighty

And my heart starts to bound;

It’s been far too long,

A trained soldier I’ve been

For so long, away from familiarity;

I walk toward a wall-mounted effigy

Of my Lord Christ on the Cross

My hands seem to rise

Toward his emanating love

I feel him beside me,

In front of me,

Behind me;

My reservations and fears dissolve

As swift as light itself

I don’t require food,

For my Father doesn’t have a kitchen;

I don’t want entertainment,

For my Father doesn’t have a living room;

I certainly don’t call for sleep,

For my Father doesn’t have proper lodgings;

My Father nourishes with His love;

He creates music with His hope;

He lets me respite in His arms of faith;

I’ve waited too long for this moment

For there is not one sentiment in this world

Greater than being here

Here in all that is genuine to my heart

Here where I’m forgiven…


© 2010 ReversingEvolution4TheBetter

Author's Note

I don't require negative remarks toward my religion, however helpful hints and/or critiques on the way the poem was constructed would be very beneficial to me. Feel free to also write praise if you are of the same faith.

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Again, I like the strong images and description. It takes talent to describe a thought of a place in real images that people can understand. =)

Posted 12 Years Ago

This is a very deep poem, filled with mysteries, and at the same time heart and soul was put into writing it. awesome descriptions, very honestly done. Great write!!

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on April 13, 2010
Last Updated on April 13, 2010



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