Arthur Wall Poems

Why
do snipings pierce and bones
ride the winds
while You watch?
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God thinks
in stillness,
whisperlike.
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The will to stretch and swagger,
to row, to walk, to ride a bike,
so innocent, yet, like
high steps that drift or stagger,
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There was a time
when nearly every kid
I saw walking alone
along the road
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Gravity? Never
seen it,
never tasted.
It's in the vibes
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Thou art
Descartes.
Your thought perceives,
your mind believes.
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God listens to hopes
and prayers by the trillion,
some of them simple,
some downright Churchillian.
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