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by Curtis Sethaler

Save the date I wrote this letter
Because I'm stronger than you know
And I'll pray now till forever
That my scars will go to show
That every time I doubted,
And every time I fell
My God was right here with me
Saving me from myself
And I'll tear this up
Because it's all tear stained now
And Ill start all over
Writing letters to myself

Another day
Another letter
Full of,
Broken thoughts
And angst
Against this world,
I wish I could say,
Say what I meant
And your words,
They paint a picture
For me,
At one thousand frames per blink
And through this worlds noise
I hear you speaking
Through it all I stop and think …..

This journal,
And all these,
Songs I’ve written
Past memories,
Now so far away
And the feelings,
I thought,
I’d long forgotten
All the people I loved,
They've gone away,
I had all the words,
And blew my chances
It still haunts me,
To this day
Through these words
I hear your voice
Through it all I cant regret........

That this is all that I know that I know
I could tell you what my God Means to me
But will my mere words help save your soul
And He is all that I know that is real
Truth and light and Grace and Mercy
I’ve fallen short but He loves me so
God, your all that I know that I know
Yeah I know


Author's Note: This is me coping with the regret that I have about sitting on not only boxes of letters and poems but on my faith. I had so many opportunities to share my God and my writings with people and they are gone now......

Posted on 06/17/2010
Copyright © 2024 Curtis Sethaler

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 06/17/10 at 04:59 AM

"Save the date... I'm stronger than you know" and you're stronger than YOU know because the author of your you never leaves you here alone... To your author's note (He's the author of all authors)last line: No, they're not gone, neither the opportunities or the people... This is the spring season where seed faith is designed to grow... hang in there! Trust God. He's trustworthy, Your words show ya know... even when the words feel empty and bereft.

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