A soft whisper with the force 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 with out question. 
He knows I am as lost to his 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 physical 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. 
To purify Our New Existence! 


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jenifer commented on MESSENGER


you could write it with a bit bigger font , it would make it easier to read.

Wakeitha commented on MESSENGER


W0w! Word can't explan how beautiful those word are in this poem, keep written I'll be back for more beautiful words.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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