There I was just sitting
there listening without ears,
wandering without tears and
not feeling any fears.
I saw, what I saw and tryed to
figure out in my mind,
the message I was recieving,
for I was not blind.
The vision was in black and white,
which ment good and bad,
he was hunth over with the
big cross that he had.
Carring the cross with such great
strength and force,
It was so heavy and big and
wade like a horse.
It took me a long time to figure
it out, in the right time I did.
I hold it in my heart and
there it stays hid.
IN A VISION
wandering without tears and (wondering) instead of wandering? but both words seem to work here so not sure...
I saw, what I saw and tryed to (tried)
the message I was recieving, (receiving)
which ment good and bad,(meant)
he was hunth over with the (hunth? I dunno maybe humped?)
wade like a horse. ( weighed )
Besides the typos, I loved the message and that is what really counts. I got the message and it was well written.
Pam
beutiful spiritual piece!
Maybe this vision need a much clear understanding than just mere good and bad. Could this be a word saying never be cross about life but follow with love as Jesus...Enjoyed your poem. Keep writing --