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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=387026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Southern Gospel... (Part Two)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=387026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he lay still on the floor, <br>wrestling with the darkness.<br>his life flooded his senses, <br>and the lives of all others! <br>he stood again by his mother's<br>grave... felt again that emptiness.<br>and the first time he'd ever been in love, <br>the softness of her skin, the gentleness<br>in her eyes. the way her lips tasted<br>when they kissed, the way her body<br>felt beneath his... the eternal sadness<br>in her voice when she said goodbye! <br>the birth of his children, the house and<br>the home... the same 8 hour shift, year<br>after year...<br>the day they announced the layoffs, the plant<br>shutting down... the day the unemployment<br>ran out...<br>times of war, acts of courage, and murder that<br>bruised his conscience.<br>the taste of whiskey, corner tables in lonesome<br>bars... the homeless streets, the thugs, heroin stoops, <br>and jail cells....<br>if god wasnt dead, well... maybe he was! <br>maybe that was it, maybe he'd been dead for <br>a long time...<br>sometimes hunger was the only way he'd known<br>he was real...<br>that, and the smells, the tastes, the touching...<br>hell, if he had to do it again, he'd do it even harder! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=387026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=387026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he lay shaking on the floor, tears rolling down<br>his face, the taste of blood on his lips...<br>thinking... maybe this is god, the hurting, <br>the memories, dirty hands and tired feet...<br>and lapsed naked into salvation without a name! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=387026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the next morning, the custodian found a dead<br>body beneath the altar... he called 911...<br>and the preacher he'll preach next sunday on<br>heaven and hell... never knowing, never realizing, <br>they'd lain there at the foot of the altar! <br>the true religion, the life and death of a common man!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a></strong></div>

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