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IT'S LESS THOUGHTFUL

The clock runs so fast

The Days, Hours, Minutes, Seconds

And Microseconds appears and leave

So it is with all the Months and Years

At Morning, Noon, Evening and Night

We see the sun, moon and stars

Enjoying themselves in turns

The rains come at its own time

The birds of the air

And other animals sing, dance

And enjoy their days

The human race in this world

Are busy with their life to live with

Yet months and years come and go

God so loved the world

That in His love He called us to be one

He created man and woman to be one

He made us to meet each other

It's less thoughtful that

We are here together as one body

It's less thoughtful for most

To have the same desires, dreams

And plans to grow as one

A growth not only for ourselves but for many

We are a mirror to one another

Bringing the joy of Christ to one another

Bringing the peace of Christ to one another

Bringing the love of God to one another

Its less thoughtful that

We could all meet for good

The human anger in us changes to light

The human hatred in us changes to love

And that sadness in us changes to joy

There's that beauty that emanates

From within and reflected outside

The outside then becomes affected

In all these it's less thoughtful

~Terence A.

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What does it have to do with poetry?
Read Hopkins. Same message. But it’s poetry. You’ll see what I mean immediately...

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Oh really? Thanks for the comment. I have read his works before. Sure, that makes each poet unique.

Blessings!

Terence A..

author comment

Well done, but I think it needs prunning a little. You could write a far shorter poem and give the same religious message.

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