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Jan 2018
While atoms fiddle in tiny worlds
On man-stained lands of mighty Earth
I wade through life worn thin by thick
Thick holes of moments unhealed and sick

What once I was and what I was once
Seem gone like bullets from speeding guns
Vague understanding; firm expectations
Pronounce all births of incriminations

"You've failed, you're trash, your life's a junk!"
Ignorant indictments where dreams have sunk
No comfort I stare, those majestic stars
Contain my soul in empty jars

Not knowing to turn both left or right
Not sure if I want to keep up this fight,
"Look up," they nudge with voice of men
Like heavenly angels I know as friends

"Redemption, Salvation and Hope and Love,
are Pure and Glorious from Springs above."

To fall and vanish like dust at sea
The past, the doubts, the fears in me
I'll honour the Mighty who made all Man
My strength is His Eternal Plan.
John Velasco
Written by
John Velasco  Sydney, Australia
(Sydney, Australia)   
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