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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

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Perhaps God listens to my poems.
I don’t know.
But then any parent would listen
to his child,
hear the longing of his child’s voice
living in a place barely known.
I never feel Him refuse my words.
Walk away from me.

He leaves shadows, which in
some way I can connect with words.
Describe His life’s desire
as my own,
as if His faith is taking Him
to me,
as a parent would, without words
reach out,
and pull in the one he loves.

He whispers in a passion
that is the immensity of worlds,
we are poetry,
all the rest is affectation.

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