The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Vain

Vain thoughts
fill my mind
my soul to think
I am
more than
a gift
to be.

To share
to crave
love-acceptance
adoration before
my Saviour's
glory clouded by
my will for
beauty.

Know
my soul
that never
was a moment
mine, a thought
created from
something
which
is
nothing.

Brittle balance
between honest
expression
boasting
what is
never mine.
crushed by an ocean
of weight
compacting
sinking
forced by
grievous sin
to confess
my eptiness
and long to
be forgiven-filled
with love
and dissolved
from my tomb-
a self illusion
of the paper one.

Focus, focus
on the rock
of wood and
the ocean of
tenderness.

PRAISE!
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