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God does not live in Heaven

Tell the blind how beautiful his eyes are
If he smiles
and throws away his wooden eyes
Have you not done a miracle ?

Give the beggar a coin and a smile
And watch tears drop from his eyes
For I have searched the bowel of beggars
All I saw was sadness not a single smile

God does not live in heaven
For the heaven cannot contain him
And the earth too small for his fingers
God lives in every drop of kindness

Shown to your fellow man
God lives in every piece of love
Broken to put smile on a crying face
God lives in every syllable of words
Spoken to heal a broken heart.

Samuel Onyeche
The Poetic Preacher

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reminds me a little (just a wee bit) of a writer here, whom I admire very much. Please write more so I can better get to know you.

Thomas

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

Thanks Thomas... I will.

To read more of my poem. Pls Google my lastest poetry book" entitled: On wings of a butterfly... By Samuel Onyeche. You will surely enjoy it

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...do you have a link, or where is it listed?

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

I found it on amazon.

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...so like my lost dreams...the flood

Nice poem. I'm not religious so can't really comment, but, if there is a god, then I think your conception of it is better than most of the other ones out there. A god of kindness and caring. One question: did you mean to say a bowl of beggars, or was bowel used deliberately as a double entendre to make the meaning more obscure?

Exactly..... It's a delibrate use of pun.

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Samuel, a profound piece of writing. Those were my favourite lines:

God lives in every piece of love
Broken to put smile on a crying face
God lives in every syllable of words
Spoken to heal a broken heart.

Candice Vitalien
"Keep glowing even if no one can see your light.
For among the hidden stars on the darkest night
Someone will look up and behold
The flickering hope; words untold;
Strength and Honour my Warriors! "

Thank you so much My dear Princess... Your words are gold, and in them have I found hope, Joy and the reason to smile.

Thanks...
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