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Date Posted: 15:30:30 02/17/04 Tue
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB08a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.170
Subject: Re: God, Part Two
In reply to: Leisa*) 's message, "God, Part Two" on 10:01:08 02/08/04 Sun

I particularly liked this stanza

I ask God what's next
again, no echo falls
an empty canvas opens
a blue, sunny day
to paint my own way

>God, Part Two
>
>On my second cup of coffee
>and fourth cigarette of the day
>{so much for cutting back}
>I stand out
>in the backyard
>an equidistant reach
>to the orange tree,
>the bottle brush
>and the firs
>to let the warm orb
>permeate somewhere beneath skin
>
>I look off in the abstract
>sky, follow a line of curves
>hung on branches
>the next street over,
>hallowed above the houses
>that line a short stretch
>of asphalt
>
>I ask God what's next
>again, no echo falls
>an empty canvas opens
>a blue, sunny day
>to paint my own way
>
>but I have no direction
>no firm plans
>to move from point A
>to point B
>
>Earlier, during the first cup
>I pleaded for answers;
>solution-oriented entity that I am
>
>I rehearsed scenarios
>of how my life
>may have been
>with other choices
>
>I hear
>"I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"
>in some reality traced existence
>
>And I know some of it
>is so clear, some of what I was looking for
>has come, I step back
>to see what I did right
>to get that far,
>but then, the sacrifices,
>the pain, the suffering
>endured to get there
>was only worth the effort
>because of the two beautiful smiles
>I am blessed to see every morning
>
>It isn't the same
>in the compartment of Eros,
>which I'm sure was all a myth,
>planned to make us procreate
>and keep the planet anew
>with flesh and mortar
>
>I sink in with music
>behind ever~worn soul,
>tired and trite as the words
>that flow
>
>This is the life
>
>Stubborn, I tell God,
>I will stay and act out
>the script before me
>until I am moved
>to alter the landscape
>
>But, what if that is the wrong
>answer? Only a ploy
>to be used in place
>of complacency?
>Something to bind over
>the horizon of dying days?
>
>When I look to the sky
>at night, and see a bright
>star overhead, the moon
>glimmer on palms
>that tower, reminders
>of the lives I am connected
>to, that we are all connected
>in one way or another
>
>It may be a naive wish
>to connect with one
>on intimate terms
>that have never developed
>but then,
>without nourishment
>love, like all things, dies
>
>Leisa*)
>02.08.04�

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