Gavin

Travail

The emnity of soul

The inexorable trip

To mankind we whole

From an unquietous slip

 

To know God does see

As I earnestly travail

I learnt I am free

With Gods wind in my sail

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  • Unsub

    Interesting view that you are free but still carrying that baggage of God in your sails. Bet you move faster without the extra weight.

    Can we not be free & at one with this wonderful world without false deities?

    No offence, just my opinion,

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    • Gavin

      I'm saying God blows into my sails, I don't carry God as a burden but I rely on him each day.

      Unsub of course you can have and say your opinion, other places on the internet it might be forbidden and taboo.

    • orchidee

      Good write Gavin.
      On a daft note: 'It's this inquietousness that's the trouble, ya know!' I only said that, cos I likes long words! heehee.

      • Gavin

        Lol I wish I knew many more obscure words.

        • orchidee

          I had to stagger back in amazement. I've heard of unquiet, but not inquiet. lol

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