ArmourQuill Hunter

Rookie - 0 Points (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)

Arithmetic Minus Six - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

I hate six; six is the number of man.
I hate six, though I love the great “I AM”.
I hate six, however eight… “Is matchless in style…! ”
I love the Holy Spirit’s nine-, without man’s guile.

I hate six… “It’s such a number of sin.”
But I love your numbers Lord; they help me to win.
Now it’s your leading Father, guiding: “one, two-, and three.”
But oh how I hate six, as you can plainly see.

Five is OK, appearing as Mercy’s Grace, bowed before God’s face.
Still, I do so hate six; though 'it's dressed in the finest of lace.'
Strange, how no one sees you Lord ‘as a Mathematical muse.’
Some would rather question Your miraculous existence, and accuse.



Timeless circle, Eternal One made flesh, manifested into Living-Light.
With all mathematical equations, minus six 'symbolic of sins' might.
How might you equate the Heaven's lovely One, minus that of two?
Division is often a dysfunctional number, without unity of glue.

You're the God Of Numbers; they reign uniquely throughout my head.
Not enough can be said; I hate six- denoting all types of death.
I hate the number of six, although it always comes in tens...
Five reminds me of His matchless Grace, forgiving me of all sin.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 20, 2006



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