Walk With Me Poem by Louis Borgo

Walk With Me

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Falling on defy ears, tight behind lose sin

The path I walk, look, and mark of wrath of thorns of a great fine,

Blood stain it and imprint on dark black sand please wait in till the

final tear drop

Occupant tent and sure as the tide felted up the

Substances like quick sand to the beads of a prayer

Like grieve to mark a man of good deeds unlock the lens like a

Key to a vision as they come and goes

Walk With Me

May faith be the keeper and wait of that of harnesses hands

Of that of psalms left stifle to straight and hinder up warded

Shrine to wisdom to bliss to the dawn of heaven I yawn I look up ward

To kin of thought of spirt to knowledge to pass deeds of fatherhood

to children to stomp

And yield to know of righteous of a path wait for a witness I collect

my thoughts

Look adjourn to a shooting star carrier out a prayer of just this

moment of time and say

Walk With Me

Knowing I may not be right my brother or nor shall you my brother

But sitting side by side there is no other feeling,

Breaking bread even is such a sound decision,

To wake and dine that Deepings of our bond,

We may not be brothers that of relation but that of the spirit of our

descendants,

I have spoken of my forgiveness knowing of you and of the spirt, all

that I ask is

Walk With Me

Monday, July 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: forgiveness
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