I saw hope when I was with You,
and the madness of self ceased to drown me.
Weak, and suffocated by shame,
My feeble ears were flooded with a powerful sound.
A voice that commanded this hurricane to settle
and the waves of fear were long forgotten.
You then exalted me to higher waters,
Filling my tortured lungs with perfect life.
And there I stayed, newly made,
In an ocean, endless and complete.
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landonthomson (
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- Category: Spiritual
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LANDON - I now see English too ! The poem is a transliteration ROMAN SCRIPT TO GREEK SCRIPT. I've transliterated it back to Roman and it does make sense ! "I saw hope when I was with you - and the madness of self ceased to drown me ! I love the sentiment in your poem. Someone who was defeated being "exalted to higher waters" and being "newly made". I(n life (and love) it does happen and it can restore us and make uncomplete. Thanks for sharing BRIAN
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