Poetry

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Once more i opened up that book, the one that's titled 'Past.' For me unfinished stories, each darker than the last. Consumed by hurting anger, when faced with memories, hearing scary voices that kept me on my knees.
Then at last I seen You, tears running down Your face, arms stretched out wide open, in a welcoming embrace. My child I was with you, I know how much you tried, though you could not feel My arms nor see Me by your side. But every step I watched you , I caught each painful tear, remember darling little one, that I am always near
Than resting in your arms Lord, it was there at last I knew ,that every past unfinished story, had an ending, it was true. Its Your love that writes the last words, to each chapter verse and and line, not alone, rejected anymore but accepted , loved, refined

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