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I think I’ve come to believe in God
And that He did indeed create the Earth.
But I think He created lots of Earths
And flung them across the galaxies.

I think perhaps He had some off time
And idly rolled up ***** of clay
Each one different from all the rest
Each with its own pattern of life.

I think He had a wonderful time
Draining His imagination
Of all the possibilities
For sentience of various kinds.

Like a crafter making quilts-
Each pattern varied from from the rest,
The planets took on different forms
And life evolved down many lines.

That’s why the cosmos puzzles us
And makes creation hard to grasp.
We need to spend a lot more time
At art and crafter’s shows.

ljm
A bit of sarcasm or maybe not.
Old poems
not lost but alone,
pressed between pages
dark and cold.

Should I write something new, or
Perhaps revive one of these
lonesome works of old?

Is the old not new
if it's never been told?

Oh so many pieces
Only known by me,

From dusky corners of my mind
to yellowing pages unseen.

Unfinished bits of sentiment,
lovelorn lyrics and rhyme.

Lost and lonely lines,
too good to have never been set down.

How long gathering dust and
locked away.

Before final words
Are found.
This was originally posted with the title  27 Poems
I was never quite happy with it, and it has been asking to be rewritten
ever since. LOL  yes my poems talk to me doesn't everyone's.
anyway the old one is still posted here at least for awhile if your interested
check it out and give your opinion between the two.
Thanks
this is now on my you tube channel
https://youtu.be/bB_2UbDAul8?feature=shared
Completely changed again I might add Lol
most of my steps forward
feel like steps back

fate won't let you cast away your burdens until you bathe in them fully
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