FirstFruits

FirstFruits

A Poem by Carlton B. Reid III

As I wake to reflect a life

seeking crisp green glory,

                It withers in the aftermath

                failing to tell its story.

 

As I quake from disaster,

myself a pool of earthly tears,

                the Son paints me

                the gold of heaven.

 

As I forsake sinful spirits

tempting flesh in earthly form,

                He humbles me

                into an ocean.

© 2018 Carlton B. Reid III


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Carlton B. Reid III
Carlton B. Reid III

Woodbridge, VA



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I started writing novels but transitioned from short stories to poetry. My faith is very important to me, I want my work to glorify the lord religious or not. more..