In times of trouble, do we have faith? Or does faith have us? - 9th December 2010.


Congenial reliance.

Pressuring aspect to try so hard,
To break them down as to fall too far.
Barbed rocks bore their lonely hearts,
Three slaves carrying diamond carts.

And I'm in need of your guidance,
And the Magna Cartas' words,
Please keep the congenial reliance,
That has been here for years on earth.

Hearing my prayer?

A troublesome winds past my way,
On the day after tomorrow.
Silence bereaves me for a while,
Then God winks, and cracks a smile.

I think he heard.



Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-12-10 at 00:18

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, John. I enjoyed it, though I didn't understand "A troublesome winds past my way,"
2010-12-12



Heartfelt from a moral point of view which says so much about the richness in your veins that carry good news of man's desire to render to the unversal forces around him.

"And the Magna Carta's words........" In conjunction to that there is Habeas Corpus waiting in the wings; hand-in-hand they frolic?

Bravo write!

YHIM
2010-12-10



Quite an intriguing approach to the question put forward. Thanks for sharing mate.
2010-12-10