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Tag: redemption

Seasons

Is it really true---what they say,

“One life ends, Another one begins.”

If so, is it the best one could wish for?

We live in a strange reality, one in which the best lessons are taught with loss and death. We survive the perished, and live our days breathing leftover air.

We go to different places, make new bonds, start and restart new lives---each a second chance, all to one way or another, make up for what we could not rescue in the first place.

"We'll do it Better this time."

It's not so sad as it is bittersweet, like the passing and rebirthing of seasons.

She Washes My Feet

She looks
In dark amber,
Bright eyes—

Watery,
unclouded
Windows—

from them
hidden Purities
of a gray world
are reflected.

No
Heavenly Saint,

But she thanks
for the slightest things,
And Virtues
does she audaciously
Address,

that because of Her,
My feet are rinsed
Ever clean.

On Receiving Flowers

You were told
To close your eyes,

So you do–
Without suspicion,

Eye-lids
Shut
In an automatous,
Curious flutter–

Then,
A miniature
Bouquet
Lay
Beautifully
Delicate
In your hands.

Fresh, delightful,
And fragile–
Too good
Were they, for
Your more wicked
Self cringed
At their sight–

Exuding a new gleam
In that cold night,
In your hands
A gentle cradle
of Love and Joy;

Some of which
You still
Cannot understand–

Like a sound
Of Redeeming
Purity
Amidst a fallen
Mecca-full
Of deafened
Drums.

A dose of sweet medicine,
Leaving you blessed and terrified—
Were you sick
Before,
And were you
Only then,

Upon inhaling Innocence
And Scent,
Finally beginning to,

Through
Great Effort,
Wakened from an
Ageless Neglect,
Overcome

Your Fatal
Illness,
And become Well
To and for all
Once again?

 

The Sunshine Missing

Wishing to get clean

Once again,

I stand in the shower—

 

Looking at

Countless droplets

Sliding down

My wax-like skin ,

 

I wondered

 

Would they really,

Grazing swiftly past,

With them carry

My Filth away?

 

Wishing to Rewind

Back to the Swell Ways,

Yet all I want

Is to Forget;

 

Craving to be Saved,

But I know Sunshine

Is

Days

Away.