Poem dedicated to those not yet walking on water...

[Sandra K. King]

Hiding

The stone had left my hand before I’d known that it was there.
At your honest confrontation
Proud and angry reflex sent it flying in the air
And now I’m hiding.

The place where it had landed must have been a tender spot,
For the stone that you threw back at me
Was as fiery as it was hot
And now I’m hiding.

I’m trying to find the place where peace can thrive;
Where hearts can breathe forgiveness,
Freed from the hurt inside.
If you’re thinking one of us will win, you’re believing in a lie.
Cause none of us gets out of here alive.

I’d hoped I’d found right words to send, formed by mercy’s yearning;
But the reply that you sent back to me
Was the blacked scent of olive leaves burning.
So I’m still hiding.

I’m trying to find the place where peace can thrive;
Where hearts can breathe forgiveness,
Freed from the hurt inside.
The one way both of us can win: to ourselves, we must die.
Cause none of us gets out of here alive.

[Carmen Gamble]

Very deep! Artistically written!

[Pat Leksen]

Sandy, your two manuscripts that you read yesterday were above par!!!! I don't know when I have enjoyed such artistic thought -- very mind provoking!! Can't wait to hear them in song!

[Yvonne Olson]

Awesome! Bravo! Standing Ovation! It reads like a song to me. I really liked, "If you’re thinking one of us will win, you’re believing in a lie. Cause none of us gets out of here alive." Wow, talk about dead man walking, and no one wins.

[Jean Davis]

Curious. It makes me feel somethings as I am reading and I like that. Not the feelings it evokes, but that it evokes feeling. True "none of us gets out of here alive" so my question always seems to be smoking or non?