Sunday, May 8, 2016

HR Creel- Three Poems

HR Creel is too old not to write.  See his poems at Outsider Poetry.

Near the Top

we climb near
the top
of our own humanity.

we still cannot reach
heaven, and so heaven's
mighty finger must
reach down to us.

we are alone
without that touch.

Not Needed Here

there is a lie that
says, though near
death, I am not needed

maybe you hear it too,
that lie.

but there is purpose.
incline your ear
to purpose.
let it whisper to you.

Heard Him Say

I heard him say
Walk and Be clean.
I heard him say
Come as you are.
I heard others say
You are not welcome.
But his door
is always open.

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