Mother Natures Yoke

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Mother Natures Yoke

 

Heavenly Father
I understand not, the yoke
that has come to bear
on the shoulders
of Mother Earth.
Was it not your anger
that took all of her children
in your great flood?
Was it not your hand
that pitted tribe against tribe
of those of little faith?
Was it not your promise
that Satan be comdemned
to her bowels?
Heavenly Father,I understand not
the torment she endures at your hand
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stellar commented on Mother Natures Yoke

01-21-2010

i like the delivery of this poem..great write...reminds me of Noah's ark,,i totally love the style...^_^ v

Marsink commented on Mother Natures Yoke

01-18-2010

If the earth suffers it because we live in a cursed creation. Our decisions are our own volition, not the Father's. He has a way for us to walk in, but it's our choice to heed or not. He grieves for us to draw near to his heart of giving, but will not have puppets for children. Sorry, probably wore out any welcome I had. Great and heartfelt write, Keep 'em coming!

hoth2o

01/19/2010

Thanks for your comment. No, you are most welcome .The things I spoke of were the actions of god responding to us. Lastly, I have read that the devil will be condemed to the bowels of earth for 1000 years.

bjroach55 commented on Mother Natures Yoke

10-17-2009

the world has a way of healing itself weather by creating or changing the seasons do not argue and we can not weigh the wind or hold on to time in our hands it is a mystery

hoth2o

01/19/2010

Thank you, indeed! the world cannot be changed by us, only her processes speeded up , but we change nothing of her nature....

symmetry commented on Mother Natures Yoke

09-18-2009

There is a lot in between words here that is not said. I enjoyed this trip

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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