Messenger

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Messenger

A soft whisper with the strength of gale force winds called my name.
As I stood in the opening at the beginning of time,
no one knew my purpose,
not even myself.
All I knew was that my god had sent me forth;
And that I would go forward without question.
He knows I am as lost to my purpose,
As a newborn cub without his mother.

So when I least expect it,
he comes to me and gives me guidance.

By the time I realize his presence
he is long gone from me.

Yet; His parable is branded upon my mind.
This glorious God,
Has made this writer into a pen,
To mark the ones true of heart
to be bypassed by the destroyer;
That cometh after me!


TREVON CREATIONS
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Jinsei commented on Messenger

03-26-2012

Excellent work. It is well put together, passionate, and it speaks to you. I am hoping that I'll be able to write like this one day.

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

TREVON’s Poems (40)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Norlene 2
ANGEL 4
When 1
Lost Heart 0
Bay 0
Bay 0
MY STEPS 2
MESSENGER 2
Messenger 1
Lord 1
My Treasure 1
My Beginnings 1
My Tears 0
Grace 0
God Man's Lost 1
There no place like home. 1
My Prayer 2
Missing 2
My Lord 1
There's no place like Home 0
Eve 1
Autumn 2
Jean 1
Dad 2
Crimesome Tide 2
Pastor 4
A Beginning 1
Misses Crosby 1
Thus 2
Creation 2
Not Enough 1
Chess pieces in the Game 0
A Great Hill 1
No Reasons 1
On My Way 2
My dawn 3
January 3
Laurens View 3
Tiger in the Mist 2
These days 1