Adrift

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  • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

Adrift

My soul is but a cell.  
Adrift in the blood of God.No fears befall me here.

My demons have been cast out.
My transgressions abated.
Thus my soul's austere.

Adrift true.But not aimlessly.
For I drift through His blood!
And shall one day reach the heart.
 
Then  my soul shall bask in glory
No longer shall it drift.
And the wisdom of the ages
 to me He shall impart.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

slimgrady’s Poems (19)

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A Winter's Eve 2
A poets heart 3
Adrift 0
Through innocent eye's 1
"Don't want to leave" 1
Indifferent love 1
Sweet gental one 0
WHO 2
mousy mouse 5
the Miracles 2
Freedom from self 2
Season's pass 1
Meadow flowers 2
Another Day 1
The passing 0
Faithless soul 2
Grampie's little boy 1
I have heard 1
Nature of the Beast 2