Engulfed, black zips,
for playing you'll pay ...
don't stray or you'll stay;
still ... some of you may.
They'll mount an attack ...
swallow, lick lips.
You've … entered the zone
with your head on straight.
Leave open the gate
for quick escape ...
from things not your own,
deep in the zone.
Purgatory ...
we all must pass through.
No one can help you--
you'll get what you're due;
obligatory ...
few get glory.
You've … entered the zone
with your head on straight.
Leave open the gate
for quick escape ...
from things not your own,
deep in the zone.
The screeches, sounds
of your nightmares rise ...
creep into your eyes.
We cannot surmise
what monsters abound--
turn ... hunt us down.
You've … entered the zone
with your head on straight.
Leave open the gate
for quick escape ...
from things not your own,
deep in the zone.
With love, mercy,
we'll be judged quickly
in health or sickly.
We're eyed wickedly.
The blind then see
God and His mercy
when we've … entered the zone.
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Reviews of "The Zone"
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on May 17, 2004
WOW, a very powerful piece Sandra!
Hope all is well with you and sweet Doogie!
Sandra, sometimes we condemn others and make them live in the 'zone'.
Some poeple wake up every morning sharpening the flaming arrows they have set aside for another people. All of us have a purgatory; where we must idle and spin our wheels. We do not need someone to make us a new one. Hugs Bill x
In "A Touch of Your Presence" are words that would inspire, encourage and strengthen one's soul when faced with challenges and difficulties and to know the awesomeness of God's power.
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
Hope all is well with you and sweet Doogie!
~Nikki~
Miss your reviews okay!!
Love Tinka
Some poeple wake up every morning sharpening the flaming arrows they have set aside for another people. All of us have a purgatory; where we must idle and spin our wheels. We do not need someone to make us a new one. Hugs Bill x
~ May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel ~