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I want to write poems
better that any I have written
and even better than that
Ones that captivates ones soul
erase the fiction expose its facts.
Quietly I sit , await to hear God speak
My poetic womans soul
long and egar her seek
Who is this woman
hiding deep inside
searching for the right words of
souls expression
Often I see them but the
format hard at times to form
yet aloud I hear them
loud as a trumpets horn
Again I sit
await "The Voice"
I sit and I sit and I sit
left with no other choice
God please set my poetic woman free
God please allow my soul
to effectivly express
the words within me
How beautiful
the soul looks
in it's reflection of expression
I wish to mirror it's beauty
Yes God's creation
I sit, I listen, and with my soul I seek
I sit, and I listen
awaiting.......
to hear God speak.
