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    Life Lines: A Book of Poetry
    Life Lines: A Book of Poetry
    Life Lines: A Book of Poetry
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    Life Lines: A Book of Poetry

    By Dorothy Chatfield

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    Life Lines is a compilation about poetry for the "soul." Life Lines examines the heart, soul, and mind Life Lines portrays an expression of one's deepest thoughts and feelings The threads of Life Line though variable run through each individual Life Lines provides comfort for life struggles and helps one overcome Life Lines ends with victory throughout life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChristian Faith Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateJul 24, 2018
    ISBN9781641915991
    Life Lines: A Book of Poetry

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      Book preview

      Life Lines - Dorothy Chatfield

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      Life Lines

      Dorothy Chatfield

      Copyright © 2018 Dorothy Chatfield

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      Christian Faith Publishing, Inc

      New York, NY

      First originally published by Christian Faith Publishing, Inc 2018

      ISBN 978-1-64191-598-4 (Paperback)

      ISBN 978-1-64191-599-1 (Digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Life and Death

      The Conqueror

      Upon the worldly Stage they stand

      Life, love, and death

      Acting out their roles as planned

      Within the time that’s left.

      Life, the leader of the scene

      That represents the light

      It can become so many things

      But usually shows up bright.

      Life is one who’s wanted most

      On merrily it sings

      It can’t be measured at any cost

      And is treasured beyond all things.

      Life, the taste of such is sweet

      Not comparable to another

      Free and yielding and filled with glee

      To one and to some others.

      Love, the pride of all the proud

      The one who seeks and lures

      Full to the brim it speaks out loud

      And is but one that’s pure.

      Warm it flows, like a sunshine stream

      Caressing where it goes

      Gliding, soaring like some beam

      Its limit no one knows.

      Fluttering and fancy free

      It chases dreams and clouds

      And flirts upon the windy sea

      And that it woos, it shrouds.

      Then comes death, the one called strong

      And light doth hurt its eyes

      It speaks with chills and never talks

      But strikes where it abides.

      He comes upon one unaware

      And embraces them who are weak

      And it’s the one who sets the snares

      And what it catches it keeps.

      Yet the slowest of the three

      Who always comes but last

      Dark and silent though it be

      It conquers all the cast.

      Black Panther

      Within the woods, up in the tree

      The panther waits for me

      Crouched down below a hill ahead

      It waits to see me dead

      It creeps and climbs and watches me close

      And seeks to get me most

      He hides behind the bush and brier

      With eyes as fierce as fire

      It waits to leap without alarm

      And kill or do me harm

      It follows my footsteps through the day

      And scares the light away

      At night it blends within the dark

      And seems never to embark

      It seeks my life that he may destroy

      Til death I do employ

      It never tires, nor doth it rest

      Nor doth it track me less

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