A writer's touch

This is a poem that reminds us of how some disciples left Christ leaving just the twelve. I dedicate it to that struggling soul out there who has seen no reason to live for tomorrow. Christ is asking you this question. Read and enjoy.

We sat round the fire
Peter wanted to go fishing
But James was languishing
As the others had left us
We couldn’t help but ponder on our future
Though destiny was silent
And the stars read our intent
Suddenly I felt his touch
Even though the clutch of faith
Seem to fizzle away
As the problems of life pushed me aside
I stared at him with my teary face
Surprised that tears flowed down his face
My hands shivered as one in an iceberg
His voice sounded so thrilling
And all my bones were chilling
Would you also go away ?
He said slowly
Even though…

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Published by Vincent S Artale Jr

Biblical studies, Health and Nutrition, Biology, Fitness, Hiking, Reading. Re-blogging doesn't equal agreement.

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