Unto me
thy manner
of speech
you do
so speak
doth make
me think

Long of things
in the past
brought unto me
that in some
form or occassion
yet here
Im still waiting
effecting that which
all would be
all of my
tommorrows
will be

A quandry
I have so been
placed whithin
mulitiple forgivable
if but by me
deadly
sins-not
in the manner
that you doth
think

Yet so it was she
said of me
still they do so
cast upon me

Treated UnJustly
most unkind
I feel
in front of the
Judge
no answer
I find

For to give some thought
to the questions
I ask.... thath...
and I did

Truth in the end
must prevail
upon that which
all so knew
that stood on
still waters

While tears flow
unending
cuts of tomorrow
forever in which
never ceasing
here ever they
must so travel
still searing my
cheeks

Can you not hear
my cries

Oh thou whom
most
proffessed
so blessed
with dicernment
passison
mercy
grace

THE WISE

Please heed the
word
and don't despise

Truth when renderd
unto thee.

For you are the
Teacher
made clear
not us
As ever it
should be

Hold back the
Gavel

Give insight unto me
for that which
I need to know
for a fact
that
For the path
least
traveled
is the one
we are on
or so it
doth
seem to
me

Uloia Norris Moore

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