Amukelani Maluleke wrote a new note: I Trail. A surging piece knocks at the Masters door, Meekly seeking like a gentle paw. Under Lifes vague presence he is led into wilderness, Keen is he, as he rescues tracks of his fallen thoughtfulness. Eluded has been limits his hands could reach, Long journeys of silent striving have robbed him speech. Along the spiteful swaying of the winds vigor, Neither have winter nights been as kind as Jerry Springer. Indeed, only his knock may at the least give him hope, Many have only gasped at Earths cycling rope. Amazingly his Master responses to his plea, Love, peace, joy... Certainly the calls of warmth from the sea. Undulating purposes carry now his new journey, Lucrative senses pay judgment through the voice of an attorney. Everlasting memories serve debt as he accounts for success, Kind suspects of mercy have again led pain to recess. Enliven the souls of praise my people, the gentle paw has found whats indeed the Lord in his life... (The first letters spell out Amukelani Maluleke, incase you did not notice) #RandomVerdicts_10
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 04:05:38 +0000
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