The Meeting.

June 25, 2008
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Slowly approaching,
the kink in my plan.
Vast and deep,
a gorge,
not far ahead.
Nearing the peak
of the mountain,
he stops.
But a SECOND passes,
and he hears it.
profound silence.
And suddenly,
he abhors himself,
wishing he had never ventured up,
for fear he may not be able to bring himself back down.
The sky,
black as can be,
exception being
the stars,
so bright.
On a night like this,
they've been meant
to resemble
holes in the floor of heaven.
Screaming your name,
you hear God now.
He's told you you might have.
He's calling you to stay.
Atop the mountain,
a lonely tear
dribbles from your eye,
and immediately
it begins to pour.
so serious,
begins to weep.
A flood of light emerges,
breaks out,
door in the floor,
an opening.
God will let you in.

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CountryGothic said...
May 20, 2010 at 8:17 am
Hello future famous writer. The cadences in each of your poems is beautiful and I absolutely love how each one feels like it's from a different time...simply beautiful. Thank you for the beauty.
lovehate29 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 22, 2009 at 7:14 pm
Simply beautiful. I loved reading this. Very inspiring.
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