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A Barbed Life

 

A barbed life is what we live from womb to tomb on that line in between. That wire we all are born to slide upon is never smooth but fixed with puzzles sharp and thorny which scar us, shape us, make us, teach us, and tear us while we move along our path to find our end and thus our beginning. We are circular and we are straight with starbursts of mysteries along our way to our destination of eternity with our Creator.





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-02-05 at 20:35

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Great read on life.
2017-04-11


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You explain the journey so well. The format works so well that I think they should put this on a plaque mounted on the next space probe destined for deep space. It would make more sense than anything else we would try to explain. Great stuff :)
2017-02-13



A very potent reflection! Thank you for posting.
2017-02-06



I am speechless. Beautiful and so true that it touches the heart.
Ashe*
2017-02-05



Lovely xx
2017-02-05