Poetry

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Reality: Who are you?
Are you time?
Are you a moment?
Can you be heard?
Can you even be uttered through a mere man's word?
Can we take you and dwell on your timely existence?
Or are you something that stays at a lengthy distance?
Can you be grasped?
Can you be taken deep within?
Or can we sum you up in a word called sin?
Can we make you what we want you to be?
Can you be felt?
Can you be touched?
Or even seen?
Are you something we can change?
Can we curse you?
Can we bless you?
Till you're rearranged?
Can we close our eyes and make you go away?
Or do we just accept that you're here to stay?
You've taken our hearts and you've gripped them with fear!
Tell me reality...
Why are you here?
Are you something we're not to understand?
But just to be used for God's own plan?
Are you a space?
A vacancy for God to fill?
So He can place us...
To use us for His own will?
Oh Please!
Oh Please!
Hear our cry!
Let us fellowship before we die!
To know of your truth and your life...
Your love...
Your joy...
Your sorrow...
Your strife...
Once we've tasted of your sweetness you will see...
You will no longer be a mystery...
Oh!
Open our eyes so we can see...
Your real true meaning...
Reality...


Written by: Teresa Trotter

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