SKILLFUL HANDS
Skillful Hands
I climbed through a broken window ,
Walked through every room ,
My life is being tested of what is wrong
And right !
I could see that the room I had taken
Was so full and darkness and stiff ,
It was a very bad way of life ,
Ofttimes he weave and sorrow,
And foolish pride can kill a good way in life,
When I looked in the next room to my right,
All I could see was a mattress with so much
stains on it ;
Rains of tears with lots of fears ,and loneliness
Was near ; and the loom of silent came my way
And I started to cry ,
Then I looked an seen a cracked cup laying on
The floor next to the window and no way for
Dust and rust to consume it up , it was glamour us
Then I started to think who was the one who had
Taken the drink from this cup ,
Will Jehovah unroll the canvas,and explain the reasons why
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand
As threads of gold and silver like the cup I see in the pattern
He has planned .
Lilly Emery (C)
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Poetic Judy Lilly Emery
To all my readers you may see that their are grammar errors in my old writings, but these writing are from the 90's ,2000's. I truly didn't think anyone was readying my work . so I just started writing out what I felt and made my pains a story and poems . I had re post these poems and stories all over the internet and I keep them also in file so no one can ever say my work is theirs . I have kept my work as they are just for others to see where it was I started my writing at . The pains are so real not even a game ,The life I had lived I would never wish upon no one . I like to say to all who are taking the steps for change in their life congratulations to the new open doors God bless you . You may have seen my photos on the internet and my writings on Poetry.com and poem hunter etc. you may have seen the hate that others have given to me about my work and my beauty of who I am . But as you can see I will never let the haters Stop me from doing what I love . So I say the same to all of you write your own words and let your heart speak to all your readers . I hope you can understand why I haven't made changes in my work at less not the old ones . My old work are left as they are for me to always remember where it all came from . God bless to all who reads . Lilly Emery /Judy Emery
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