THE BROKEN BRANCH
Backwards let my life rewind
Until my life is here no more.
No memory left that I had lived
Or ever entered this life's door.
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Erase the words in poetry written
And the ones in life were spoken;
Release me now and I'll return
To nothingness and be forgotten.
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A tiny seed that Christ pre-knew
And sent me here to be a tree
But I am barren and bare no fruit;
This broken branch I know as me.
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Off the ground, please raise my limb
And gently secure it to the vine;
Remove the clouds that shadow me
And let the sun on me to shine.
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The cry of Job, is what I pray?
That I return back to the womb?
To be remembered never more
Or visited within my tomb?
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Nay, this cannot be, the words I say,
Or the things of which I pray.
For life is precious and so am I
As well as words I so deny
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Within my writes, reveals my soul,
that let's you see the barren tree.
A tiny blossom, I see appear:
Just a bud, I see in me
And this I write upon a scroll.
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-Gloria Sarasin-
Fast Crew Boat approaching the platform from the deep blue sea...
Off to back home after work...
