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Today, it’s called Art, ‘Writing on Wall,’
When I was young, twas, a ‘Great Fall,’
From Birth, I’d enjoyed, “Great Tribulation,”
At times forgetting, ‘Adult Consternation.’

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By Arley Steinhour 012118

I stood on the pathway,
looking up to the Man,
Who’d Carried me away,
In White, like a Milkman.

The Love in His Smile,
Quelled the horrible Pain,
I had felt, for Short While,
Of Blows, falling like Rain.

Pain was great, in groin and head,
Persistently Flashed, like lightening,
Radiating sorely, as if to Embed,
So much, so quick, was truly Frightening.

I stood on the pathway,
Looking up to the man,
That had carried me away,
In white, like the Milkman.

The love in his smile,
Quelled the horrible pain,
I had felt, for a while,
Of Blows, falling like rain.

Great Pain, in my groin and head,
persisted, striking like ‘lightning,’
I was ‘not’ snugly tucked in my bed,
As, bed-peeing was most frightening.

Out of bed, with tears fully flowing,
The babysitter came running to see,
With question on lip, not knowing,
I was wet, and she glowered at me.

I didn’t understand, I was just Four,
Rage and Hostility, glowed in her eyes,
A slap, from hand, put me on floor,
Last I saw, her shoe, before demise.

Her kicks to the body, caused pain,
But, I never felt the blow to my head,
Suddenly, upon a path, tears fell like rain,
Not clearly seen, surroundings relieved my dread.

The Man’s soothing voice, Quieted my tears,
With the pain still raged through my body,
Seeing clearly, overwhelmed all my fears,
A Beauty Scene, Overwhelming, ‘Not Gaudy.’

To the side of the path, ‘Very Green Grass,’
To the right and beyond, Flowers, Glorious,
Grass giggled in song, be of ‘Psaltery Class,’
Flowers were Caroling, with ‘Voice Victorious.’

“Lay down on the grass,” said the man,
I didn’t want to, as grass I would crush,
“you will not harm it,” waving his hand,
I laid down, grass giggled, With a Rush.

The Pain went away as soon as I did,
Love, Warmth, and Praise, Mesmerizing,
Soon, he commanded, ”Do is your bid,”
‘Zap,’ I was back, with ‘Pain Brutalizing.’

From there, I enjoyed a new life-walk,
Fraught with joy, and pain, but with focus,
‘In Jesus,’ I wanted to be a wheat-shock,
Part of Family, ‘in’ GOD/Jesus’ “Opus.”

I’ve addressed this, brush with death, before,
Yet, the Spirit says, ‘Repeat it Once Again,
God Jesus will, soon, Close His Grace Door,
with His, Millennial, and ETERNAL, Reign.’

AMEN