the Miracles

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  • slimgrady
  • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

the Miracles

Once a bitter ,anguished soul
That dwelt in an abyss
Steeped in self-delusions
That nothing was amiss.

Glutted on self-pity
Nurtured by self-pride
With fear my soul's companion
In whom I could confide.

I had no God to guide me
No Angels Heaven sent
For all now had forsaken me
Least that was my lament.

I had a myriad of excuses
It was them,not I the liar!
For was it not life itself
That threw me in this mire?

But all the while was my addiction
that kept me from the truth
for it has no need for mercy
Nor clemency or ruth.

Now prayer my only refuge
I fall on shaking knees
A scoundrel seeking mercy
I asked Him humbly please!

And since that day on humbled knees
The miracle has passed
I walk now with the living
A free man long at last.

So come and join the living 
if you hunger to be free
And your miracles will happen
just as they have for me!
                                                     

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Helios commented on the Miracles

11-24-2009

The revelations and miracles of everyday life are as great as amazing as other works by our Lord. Thank-you for writing!

slimgrady

11/24/2009

Dear Helios Thank you for taking the time to read one of my poems. I KNOW that God works through all of us. "Slim"

arianne commented on the Miracles

11-20-2009

This one is a real miracle, having been pulled up from a dark hole and finding heavenly peace, doesn't have to be so religious, just a deep sense of selfpride for making it happen...good works and I love your phrases suchas "life threw me in this mire"..

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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A poets heart 3
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the Miracles 2
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Another Day 1
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