Lingering
Poetry By Anthony James

From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE

just a finger did surely suffice
a touch at conception,
did give me life

a Soul born in the belly of a sinner
seeded by a man filthy himself
you took two spirit's from a golden shelf

seated together
opposing poles
between the two
my Soul

Heaven can wait
this will take some time
in a matrix of infinite choices
I will make mine.

Still holding on,
to your finger.
as I linger.

April 28, 2010. © Anthony James , All rights reserved