God has a mysterious way of determining who lives and who dies. I endure the pain with my cries, while asking why. But isn't this God’s world? I understand and yet I remain confused. The human in me rejoices for life, for death, I refuse. God’s world, God’s rules. Are they not decided by God alone? Is it for me to determine where God’s child belongs? Is it for me to determine if this world is greater than the next? I can only mourn and wonder or better yet find solace in the mysterious ways of God.
LEEPAUL
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JustGreylon says: Solid write! |
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Leepaul says: I greatly appreciate your comments JustGreylon |
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mrmelody7 says: As it is said with God all things r possible As a War Vet learned to accept the possibility of death any min at the age of 21 I truly believe I will see my Mom and pop my three brothers again until then its livin enjoyin from day to day the first day we came under mortar and rocket attack shakin the ground taught me that |
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Leepaul says: Death is certain. I practice living in a way that pleases God. In hopes that I'm worthy of meeting my loved ones in the next life. Thank you for your comments mrmelody7 they are greatly appreciated |
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mrmelody7 says: Leepaul good for U dont b shy kep puttin your thoughts out out there I am a Fall/Winter poet so I will b steppin aside enjoy writin when the weather is a lot cooler or colder Sept or Oct |
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Leepaul says: Will do, I look forward to reading your poems when it gets cooler/colder mrmelody7 |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY LEEPAUL
Forgive without forgettingConvince pain not to hurt, tell fire not to burn, teach a snake not to bite, and show a gifted child how not to learn. Only then will I consider listening to advice on forgetfulness.  |
Who am I to questionGod has a mysterious way of determining who lives and who dies. I endure the pain with my cries, while asking why. But isn't this God’s world? I understand and yet I remain confused. The human in me rejoices for life, for death, I refuse. God’s world, God’s rules. Are they not decided by God alone? Is it for me to determine where God’s child belongs? Is it for me to determine if this world is greater than the next? I can only mourn and wonder or better yet find solace in the mysterious ways of God. |
What's wrong with itIt can be wrong just because it's right. It can be wrong to think it's capable of right. It can be wrong for so long that it comes to believe that it's right. It can be proven wrong and still be right. It can be wrong to expect it to do right. It can be wrong to assume that it's right. It can be wrong to fight it right back. It can be wrong until it's made right. |
Life in the LightVisibly invisible, first day outside the womb. The everlasting light in the heart of gloom. Divine self-preservation is all that can be assumed. For the continuation of life in the aftermath of doom.
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The Strength In Playing FairJust because I don't, don’t mean I can't. Just because I can, don't mean I should. |
At PeaceLoving wealth and fearing death are impossible to shake, but “For Jesus’ sake.” |
Police/PimpHe needs no excuse to justify his abuse. Loopholes are inserted to keep justice perverted, while he turns out the truth. |
Look at usWhen I look in the mirror, who do I see? I see them; I see us, and I see me. If there was ever an image worthy of a good look-see, examine your reflection, it's our connection to each other and to our ancestry. |
Why is thatMy distorted sense of right and wrong does not belong, but still feels right at home in this civilized jungle. |
My MindsetWealth and longevity are built into our skin. We're valued more than most can comprehend. Going as far back with time as childhood friends. The secret of our existence stretches from beginning to end. |