Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

I am
Here just writing
Of life and of nature
Hoping the words
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Who we are came from roots
No one evolved from nothing.
Sun and rain in life bore fruits
Of love, hate, fear, or caring.
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Fragments
Places it reached
Images inside it
Told tales of the journey of a
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Silent waters flow
Under the earth in majesty
A magical sight.
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Because the land is filthy
And its people are in rebellion,
Wrong is exalted iniquity
Their minds warped in corruption.
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Watching and seeing the events of these days,
I realize what is happening is what God's Word says.

People talk of coming peace and they keep denying,
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Failing, falling, sinking
Into the vortex of lies
Are nations succumbing
To the their own demise.
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As night time falls, Sleep closes our eyes,
And the day comes around before we realize

The hours have gone and our life's getting shorter,
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Religion is a system that is man-made,
A recourse born from inner human need
To find in Man's being wherein stayed
A sanctum that by nature yearns indeed
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I watch the receding sunset
Flexing my skills of detachment
From the turbulent world around me,
As I close my eyes, soar the galaxy
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