<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For My Father... The Slip, Falling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The slip...falling...<br>Our Father. I beg<br>The begging. Kneel.<br>In kneeling, blooded flesh.<br>Bloody hands' supplication.<br>Do not lift my soul, eyes, heart.<br>Not now. Not this day.<br>I will not pray, but<br>Our Father...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hundreds of staples in my<br>Creator's legs...<br>Eyes open to ceiling, tears icing<br>Cold, stainless...stained<br>Pain.<br>Sheeted, still form.<br>Cold hands.<br>Our Father...my Father-<br>Why? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Daughter, ' whispered split lips, <br>'I love you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The slip...falling...<br>Our Father! <br>His eyes, mine. Heart, soul...<br>Steel belief again, rain prayer<br>To reality.<br>Reality to prayer...<br>Our Father...<br>Where the compassion suffered<br>On your cross...<br>Where, the divine guiding...<br>Surgeons' hands, bloody.<br>Tears...blood.<br>Our Father.<br>Too high this price...for my<br>Pauper Father.<br>Where, your salvation...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The slip...falling...<br>Our Father.<br>Hear you curses<br>Louder than prayer? <br>Clothe demons, not angels? <br>Do you hear me? Watch me? <br>See me place yellow roses<br>On this stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stone which set you free...<br>With my Father...<br>Imprisons me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elysabeth+Faslund">Elysabeth Faslund</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553044" data-title="For My Father... The Slip, Falling de Elysabeth Faslund" data-description="The slip...falling... Our Father. I beg The begging. Kneel. In kneeling, blooded flesh. Bloody hands' supplication. Do not lift my soul, eyes, heart. Not now. Not this day. I will not pray, but Our Father... Hundreds of staples in my Creator's le..."></div> </div> </div>

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