Guest guest Posted November 15, 2001 Report Share Posted November 15, 2001 Here is another poem that I had published in the past which Was on my other web site. I will be posting this and some other Ones on the new site in a week or two. Hope you enjoy this. The Book Of Our Life... Where do we go, in the silence of sleep, does the soul gather riches, that we're able to keep? The trials of our days, are we wiser for this, will we ever learn, the full meaning of bliss? The thoughts of the day, are the pages we write, in The Book of Our Life, that we record every night. I opened my book and so many pages remain, each empty page, on the top, has my name. I turn back the pages and so clearly I see, all that has happened, was all meant to be. I'm told by a voice, to be all that I can, that each book written, forms part of the plan. Each chapter has stories, yet they never end, some talk of friendships, that the heavens may send. True balance of self, of the bodies we share, the physical and the spiritual, always need care. The dream starts to vanish, the book opened wide, before I awake, I set the book gently aside. So much was gained, in the silence of sleep, the concepts of spirit, are the blessings we keep. © 1994 by Harold A. Sutton In love and friendship, Harold http://gemsofthought.tripod.com/poetry/ --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.298 / Virus Database: 161 - Release 13/11/01 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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