There is no room then for me, or a dream of the past I see... a ruined life, a shattered hope, a dream lost on the bring of madness now reflected in the pools of memory.

Deep in that mind of sorrows, my inactions and my fears collided to cause shame and reproach, and sin hath convicted me then, and I seek restoration, but find none.

I turn then to God, and see this last great hope, a feelign of belonging, a sense of purpose, I look back, and still though feel my past, and find myself imprisoned... I cry, and he hears me.

-- ZAROVE (ZAROFF3@JUNO.COM), September 25, 2004

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Response to A CRY- Zarvian Poem.

What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? (Ecclesiastids 1:3)

-- ZAROVE (ZAROFF3@JUNO.COM), September 25, 2004.

i don't know zarov

-- sdqa (sdqa@sdqa.com), December 23, 2004.

Its a poem, you arent suppose to knwo anything, jut comment on it...

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-- ZAROVE (ZAROFF3@JUNO.COM), December 23, 2004.