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I once possessed a drive in me that I now can't explain

and on my elusive memory the scar has evolved into

a stain

heaven is not as far away from us as many seem to think

man is merely part of the chain that has many a mysterious

yet intricate link

our father is woven in our thoughts through relatives,

church and society's extensive teaching

he is a man but more than a man and one of whom for

which his eternal forgiveness we each should be reaching

hopeful is the wiser who can wait patiently for his

provided place

though we are each human we are of and not in a human's

race

a tear triumphantly touches my cheek

and I brush it away as I try to explain of just what it

is that I speak

the last of the lost souls who do not recognize themselves

as maladjusted and meek

come to realize that only a selected collective few

are counted and labeled as weak

these are the children that are forever lost to the Father

they've thrown away their beliefs

because believing in the physically unproven

to them is too much of a bother.............

(written Sept 4, 1992 pm)