Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 30,143 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Better Equipped - Poem by Mark Heathcote

God played a wicked trick on me
Giving me a poetic spirit a poetic heart
But not the brains to learn or store
What others would look better equipped for

God, there's been times I've hated you
Deeply, God forgives me. I love you
It's thanks to you; I live in a digital age
That's helping to lift the voice of a sage.

God, you played a trick on me
Know it's me thanking you for all that
For all that, I've endured loving you.
Know it's me thanking you from my heart

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  • (10/26/2015 10:56:00 PM)

    In spite of, as you feel, God not giving you brain to learn and store, He had given you ample freedom to learn in the most noble. school named Life.He had equipped you with a rare talent in the form of poetry and you have succeeded with colors in it's curriculum. It is natural at this stage that having understood the reason behind His tricking you, you thank Him from the bottom of your heart. It was rather a boon in guise of a trick. Thanks for sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, July 28, 2017

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