Waiting For God To Come Poem by Cemetery man

Waiting For God To Come

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Never! shall I wander
from my old cold withered home,

where the rain streams down
in mirrored sheets
upon the marble crypts below,

by the steple fence! by the wooden gate!
by the bone white broken tomb!

from where I shall never wander,
waiting only
for God to come.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
cynthia from the tower 20 January 2010

this is good. good idea too.

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Prince Obed de la Cruz 20 January 2010

applause for you!

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