A/N: This is a poem I wrote a while back. I wrote it mainly to express my belief in my religion, but I also wrote it to testify that I know this is true and that this really happened, and I will never ever deny it. Please, no bashing me or my poem against what I believe. If you don't like it, then don't criticize. Just leave me alone.
Disclaimer: This poem is completely mine.
The day was beautiful, like a painting of an artist
Not a cloud in the sky, the sun shining bright.
A simple question of a boy of fourteen, to some not the smartest
He wandered into the woods till home was far from sight.
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No one was around, so no one could watch
The young man got down on his knees and bowed before God
He opened his mouth, but no words came out, not even when he toned it up a notch
Immediately bound with despair, not feeling the path he once trod.
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When it seemed all hope was lost, and night closing in
The sun broke through the clouds, the darkness gone immediately
He looked up, and a pillar of light descended upon him
And he saw two beings, so bright he could hardly see.
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He sat there in awe and amazement, and bewilderment all the same
Their brightness made the faraway sun seem dim.
One pointed to the other, and said, calling him by name:
"This is my beloved son. Hear him!"
A/N: so….yeah. that was it. No bashing against what I believe, please. This is what I believe, and if you have a problem with that, its your own problem. Not mine. Please RNR