God’s Movement Upon This Place

Gods Movement Upon This Place short poem

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A sea of faces filtering in like a wave of humans causing movement.
Noisily chatting about life, with no sense or purpose.
Having no insight to gain an education nor goals in life.

Journey in this path turned completely unpredictable with such loss.
Pain was accepted as a daily accepted ritual.
Movement had to be instructed like a classroom training.

Many others searching for the true path.
Not moving away nor being rejected was a given acceptance.

Tears had come and left years ago.
Time had come to stand up straight and find purpose to rest ones heart.

Springs newness was months away, coldness of winter was still here.
While inside hope was coming into place, with prayer for God’s Movement Upon
This Place.

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