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I've seen God.
I saw him in the smile my cousin's little boy gave me yesterday.
How could such a beautiful creation be random,
Or have no purpose?
I saw him in the old lady who gave a homeless man a pound,
Even though she had to dig right to the bottom of her bag for her purse.
She had arthritis.
I saw him in my beautiful, brave auntie who gave her life to good.
She deserves her just reward for loving, no complaints, even though
She died from her illness.
I saw him in the children of Agape, so radiant and inspirational.
Through all the poverty life has thrown at them one after the other,
They never gave up hope.
I saw him in the stars, but I saw him in the wasps,
I glimpsed him in the waves, but they drowned a man soon after.
I glanced him in the elements, but one of them is fire.
I thought I saw God,
But maybe I've seen nothing yet.
I saw him in the smile my cousin's little boy gave me yesterday.
How could such a beautiful creation be random,
Or have no purpose?
I saw him in the old lady who gave a homeless man a pound,
Even though she had to dig right to the bottom of her bag for her purse.
She had arthritis.
I saw him in my beautiful, brave auntie who gave her life to good.
She deserves her just reward for loving, no complaints, even though
She died from her illness.
I saw him in the children of Agape, so radiant and inspirational.
Through all the poverty life has thrown at them one after the other,
They never gave up hope.
I saw him in the stars, but I saw him in the wasps,
I glimpsed him in the waves, but they drowned a man soon after.
I glanced him in the elements, but one of them is fire.
I thought I saw God,
But maybe I've seen nothing yet.
Literature
Duality
DUALITY
His Armani jacket swooped left and right in the frigid night air as his Enrico shoes clap with the the hard ground of this narrow back alley as if to applaud a job well done. He clasps his keys and lets himself into the back of an apartment block. I step out into the centre of the Alley and breath the cold air deep into my lungs – the job isn't over yet. Taking a key from my pocket I reminisce how attaining this exact replica of his key was possibly the hardest part of this otherwise easy assignment.
Already I am inside the living room of his penthouse apartment. So this is where he leads his second life. Of course
Literature
Me
With a smile crammed with guilt
and yet happiness
I carefully examine what I've created,
realising,
that al that is to be seen,
Love yet Hatred,
Joy yet Sadness,
is nothing else
but me.
Literature
Finding my Path
Burning through the remnants
Through the ash and decay
Nothing left of a life once lived
Severing ties and moving forward
Shattering the hands of uncertainty
An energy renewed
Pumping a force unknown before
Everything falling in place
Instead of falling through the cracks
Mending the mauled soul
Once thought to be broken
Reaching up to the sky
Taking everything given
Nothing for granted
Found the key to a shackled heart
Only to find that they were never there
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If you have an opinion, I'd love to hear it, but respectfully please. I know how inflammatory a topic religion can be. 
For *100ThemesChallenge, variation one, theme 16: Questioning.
(c) Me, ~baby-filly. Don't infringe my copyright by ripping off my work as your own, please. I eat art thieves for breakfast.
Not really. They taste bad.
For *100ThemesChallenge, variation one, theme 16: Questioning.
(c) Me, ~baby-filly. Don't infringe my copyright by ripping off my work as your own, please. I eat art thieves for breakfast.
Not really. They taste bad.
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Beautiful. Just beautiful.
