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In the beginning
In the beginning we were but dust.
Then the good master formed us like clay.
Sprouting from the Earth two became one.
O' how little did they know.
That free will would become humanity's cross to carry.
Some choices are simple while others are grating.
What does the human soul say?
Either it curses God along the way.
Or it praises him for a new day.
My dear friend, I cannot begin to pretend, that I know everything. That right belongs to the man above.
But here I sit and ponder.
I ponder and I wander.
Peering into realms that are not of my choosing.
There is a call that I try to answer.
Again and again.
Through the winding roads.
I will breathe again.
© Jillian Alexandria Weiss
Then the good master formed us like clay.
Sprouting from the Earth two became one.
O' how little did they know.
That free will would become humanity's cross to carry.
Some choices are simple while others are grating.
What does the human soul say?
Either it curses God along the way.
Or it praises him for a new day.
My dear friend, I cannot begin to pretend, that I know everything. That right belongs to the man above.
But here I sit and ponder.
I ponder and I wander.
Peering into realms that are not of my choosing.
There is a call that I try to answer.
Again and again.
Through the winding roads.
I will breathe again.
© Jillian Alexandria Weiss
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