Chill Out You Whimpering Wannabe

One day I spat into the wind, it came back in face;
My reaction was to blame someone other than me.
I cursed God for making me join the human race,
God roared 'Chill out you whimpering wannabe'

'Wake up! Your spirit begged to come to Earth;
It was your soul who wanted to descend!
You chose who'd carry, labor, and give you birth
It was you who knew the day you would ascend! '

'Now for a small amount of spittle on your face;
You would choose to quit, and run away'?
It was you that vowed to make Earth a better place,
And proudly stand in front of line on Judgment Day'

'I Thy Lord, Thy God command you reconsider,
Trust My Words My Son, you are not a quitter! '

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Thursday, February 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spirituality
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After feeling resentment for helping others today I wrote these words
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 23 February 2018

An interesting write. So let's make the earth a better place Enjoyed thanks

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Nudershada Cabanes 22 February 2018

A little spittle blown on our face is nothing compared to the many blessings we received. An enlightening poem.

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