Sitting in the bath tub - hot,
wondering if I exist or not.
Upon my skin, the water I feel
but is this fantasy or real.
I close my eyes and hear God's words.
Outside the songs of many birds.
I sincerely wonder where I fit,
while in my tub I think and sit.
Sometimes I write, sometimes I rant,
but I've found peace only God can grant.
As the water rises above my chest,
God say's,
"Like all my children, - - you are the best."
Copyright
Steve Sauter 1999
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January 26, 2008