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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Southern Gospel... (Part Two)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">he lay still on the floor, <br>wrestling with the darkness.<br>his life flooded his senses, <br>and the lives of all others! <br>he stood again by his mother's<br>grave... felt again that emptiness.<br>and the first time he'd ever been in love, <br>the softness of her skin, the gentleness<br>in her eyes. the way her lips tasted<br>when they kissed, the way her body<br>felt beneath his... the eternal sadness<br>in her voice when she said goodbye! <br>the birth of his children, the house and<br>the home... the same 8 hour shift, year<br>after year...<br>the day they announced the layoffs, the plant<br>shutting down... the day the unemployment<br>ran out...<br>times of war, acts of courage, and murder that<br>bruised his conscience.<br>the taste of whiskey, corner tables in lonesome<br>bars... the homeless streets, the thugs, heroin stoops, <br>and jail cells....<br>if god wasnt dead, well... maybe he was! <br>maybe that was it, maybe he'd been dead for <br>a long time...<br>sometimes hunger was the only way he'd known<br>he was real...<br>that, and the smells, the tastes, the touching...<br>hell, if he had to do it again, he'd do it even harder! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">he lay shaking on the floor, tears rolling down<br>his face, the taste of blood on his lips...<br>thinking... maybe this is god, the hurting, <br>the memories, dirty hands and tired feet...<br>and lapsed naked into salvation without a name! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the next morning, the custodian found a dead<br>body beneath the altar... he called 911...<br>and the preacher he'll preach next sunday on<br>heaven and hell... never knowing, never realizing, <br>they'd lain there at the foot of the altar! <br>the true religion, the life and death of a common man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q>
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wrestling with the darkness.
his life flooded his senses, 
and the lives of all others! 
he stood again by his mother's
grave... felt again that emptiness.
and the first time he'd ever been in love, 
the softness of her..."></div>
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