resurrection
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I’m letting go of all my regrets
One by one dropping them
Into the infinite stillness
Of a lake i find much more green than blue
plop plop plop
I hold a wounded Christ,
or so legend says,
within this fragile sand dollar -
five punctures - hands, feet, side
no blood or gore to disturb me
but a gentle reminder
of his sacrifice
A gnashing cruelty and an
unfading whine like
A VCR spilled over with vase-water,
Keeps the shadowed part of me
Beating;
It is not a reflection of the
Upbringing that
Man, her smile is so big, why is she so happy?
Why is she always smiling?
She sits alone, always looking in her phone
But what they didn't know is that there is a battle going on
Who made you look twice upon yourself in the mirror you passed; rather than preach of your hips and tell stories of your lips!
As if they could not do the same.
There will be world peace but only when Jesus Christ returns.We will be resurrected whether we are buried in the ground or are ashes in urns.Everybody will be friendly to each other, racism will be a thing of the past.
When Jesus resurrects us in the future, we will live in paradise.There will be no sickness and no deaths, it will be very nice.Everybody will be best friends, we will all get along.
How can I go creeping
Barefoot in the snow?
How can I love so deeply,
Someone I do not know?
There is beauty that I find
In your smile, in your eyes
In the tears while you cry
Through fire I was born
Through fire I shall die
I never have seen another way
For the only way out
Is the way I came in
The came in into this life
The fire being my start
It was a long night...
What grief, what sorrow did fill my heart.
An ache unsatisfied with tears. Unsealing wounds.
The thickest blood does seep from daggers.
A kiss of death...Resurrection, I know.
I’m sorry, dear
so sorry,
for what you’ve lost
for what you’ve seen
for what’s been broken.
Love comes at a cost,
and you have paid too high a price, and, forgetting,
have let hope destroy you
