POEATREEMAN’S THANKS & GOD’S GIFT TO ME

A POEATREEMAN’S THANKS

I speak with my words
For I have not much time
To say them.

I speak from the Heart
For this is where
My words come from.

I Thank God
For He allowed me
To say them.

I Thank You
For listening.

My words
May not find a place
in you.

Yet my thoughts,
Have entered in.

If you find
one little care.

My Heart
Will have come in.

If you feel a tear
you will know
God is near.

If I touched
Your Heart
You will know
Love was there.

If you read my words
you will know
I am there.

Peace comes
not by War,
but a Heart
Close to God.

It is not easy
going the right way
I have tried the other,
Found
I was going no where.

The day is longer
When you have no direction.

It is not any shorter
When you are trying
To find the right way.

I know where I am Today
and hope
To be Tomorrow.

I cannot prove God,
I am not even sure
I am good.

Yet this is no reason
not to try.

It is better to try
Let God decide
Whose is good.

Those who believe
He is not.

There is a chance
you will believe.

For if He
is not Here
believe
you are not too.

A Poeatreeman
It is not with Computer or Pen I Write
It is Heart and Tears, that Write the Words
The Ink is My Soul The Scroll My Life
For the Words Written, is each Day of Life
Open Your Heart and All Can Come in
You Have One Time To Take it All in

Edgar Allan Prieto
4/18/96
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

GOD’S GIFT TO ME

If you Believe
God
Gives Us
Each a Gift.

Then you
Will Know
Mine Is
From Him..

I Did not Go
To School
As Others Did..

I Did not Go
To High School
To Reach
The Grades
I Should..

I Heard
The Call
Answered
Faith..

My Life
Was
Not
My Own.

When
I Was Young,
I Had
To Take
The Path
That was
Given Me.

No Parents
But an Orphan’s
Home.

For
Seventeen Years
I Walked
The Way.

Then The Army
Came To Me.

It Was A Way
To Set Me Free.

Little Did I Know,
The Cost
It Would Take.

It Led Me
To Nam,
Where
I was
Out of Place.

Through The War,
I Tried My Best.

Faith Was Shaken
By The Test.

Then I Came Upon
A Mine.

I Kept My Legs
And My Mind.

When I Found
I Could not Walk,

I Cried Out
To My God.

I Called Upon
His Name To Help.

My Faith
Was not With me.

The Walk
Would not Be Easy.

Though
I Have Wheels Today.

Now Through
My Writings,
I Found
He Is At My Door.

For When
I Reach Heaven.
All The Sorrows
Will Be Gone.

I Am Finding,
He Has Given Me
His Heart.
Blessed Me
With A Purpose.

That I May Reach
Your Heart.

Dedicated To Scotty G

A Soul
Who Hopes
To Be A Poet

A Poeatreeman

I Hope
I Have Helped You,
To Understand.

It Takes All Your Heart
And Faith, To Stand.

Walk The Way
That Will Lead To Him.

The Path
Will Not Be Easy.

The Efforts
Will Win The Way.

Your Efforts
Will Not, Go
Un-rewarded.

Yet Look Not
For Them Today.

They Will Come
Upon You.
In Many
Different Ways.

Look Not
To Man,
To Reap
The Harvest.

For Truth
Is Only
Held By One.

Keep Faith,

It Will All
Take Place
One Day…

Edgar Allan Prieto
10/25/97
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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2 comments:
POEATREEMANMay 6, 2011 at 11:41 AM

TO ALL
TEARDROPS
IT IS I
WHO SHOULD
THANK YOU
YOU HAVE TAKEN
THE TIME TO CARE
FOR YOU HAVE
TAKEN MY WORDS
TO HEART
AND SHARED THEM
WITH YOUR TEARS.

A POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
2/28/2010
Copyright@2010 Edgar Allan Prieto

POEATREEMANMay 9, 2011 at 12:49 PM

FLAWED
I AM NOT
A PERFECT MAN
I PRAY
I AM A GOOD ONE

POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
5/9/2011
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