Sunday, April 24, 2016

Sin

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Hills hide vision silently,
soul climbs naked high,
lights the sin decisively;
prophet dims the fire.

Close the angels gather,
heal the scar of life,
embrace the self unholy;
bring an end to strife.

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7 comments:

  1. The struggle and the salve - what a beautiful poem - the last verse is certainly true though feels like an invincible mountain to climb at times

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  2. Hope for healing in the end. Embracing and loving ourselves can be such a struggle.

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  3. Beautifully concise and so very real,

    Elizabeth

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  4. Oh, bringing an end to the strife sounds so wonderful, especially when worded the way you have done!

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