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Oct 21, 2011
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RESURRECTION
RESURRECTION
the sun rises to colors pale
in my world of affliction
my body broken
my spirit on razor's edge
I bear my existence and endure
as best my nature will allow
I compromise to God’s betrayal
and suffer the loss of human dignity
my soul bound to its own agony
freely speaks its crucifixion
yet no one dies of a spirit broken
a heart in sunder does not stop beating
the mind does not seek insanity
for the truth it knows
No pain can steal my fire
No reality my light
No treachery my hope
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Comments
Geremia
13 years 8 months ago
Thanks, Rosnella. Not bravery
Thanks, Rosnella. Not bravery--necessity.
love,
Joe
Barbara Writes
13 years 8 months ago
Not bravery
true belief. it takes bravery to endure knowing death is imminent, but the hope of Resurrection is faith in a reward for enduring to the end
Geremia
13 years 8 months ago
Yes, I guess it is, but we
Yes, I guess it is, but we hold on desperately to ths lfe for that s the only one we know.
Joe
Barbara Writes
13 years 8 months ago
True that
Ths life is all we know as the resurrection gives us hope of a better life
Geremia
13 years 8 months ago
I almost died two weeks ago
I almost died two weeks ago and am happy to be homedong my "thing". We need to go on--there is no other way.
Barbara Writes
13 years 8 months ago
Sorry to hear that
glad you are still here. Would not have read these beautiful poems if you weren't
Geremia
13 years 8 months ago
:)
:)