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who has killed who today ?
who will kill who tomorrow ?
I take my small boat out on the water
I take a bag of fig newtons with me
I look over the side to the rocks in
the depths below me
they look mysterious
my God says "Work quietly with your hands"
I am told my belief is primitive
that I hold with superstition
while all others rush forward shouting and
passionate and proclaiming & busy busy busy
with their guns & their hammers
and their buildings & their walls & their ideas
with ten thousand schemes for the wind & the waves
'til the day when the dust settles
but my God has not changed his mind for all this
he says to me "Work quietly with your hands"
and I do for I have found His advice to be solid
who has killed who today ?
who will kill who tomorrow ?
I wish everyone had a small boat
& a bag of fig newtons to go out on the water
and look over the side to see
the rocks in the depths below them & inside of them
and all mysteries there

Life is full of awe & mystery...the power of God through nature...Great verse...
Thanks to you, the Mingo.

You're welcome, Steve. Thx for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it.

wow!! beautiful poem, mingo!!!!!!!

Thx for reading, Joel.

THANKS Veronica !!

you may work quietly with your hands but your poetry is loud and clear
write on
dave

Thx Dave & welcome aboard.

I look over the side to the rocks in
the depths below me
they look mysterious
my God says "Work quietly with your hands"

Thank you, mingo.
This is like having lunch with you.

Thanks, Annie B. I enjoyed our lunch, hope you did too

this floats my boat- love fig newtons too- nice write

Thx cs, and fig newtons yesterday, fig newtons today, fig newtons forever !

well said.

"with their guns and hammers"... excellent

Thx, mnaz, for readin' & sayin'. Glad you enjoyed.