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THE GATE OF SOULS

THE GATE OF SOULS

THE GATE OF SOULS

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Life is a balance

of gaining and loosing.

Gain God

and you loose

the affinity for material possessions.

Gain possessions

and your lifelong ambitions

will be checkmated.

In death

your sweat equities will lie

on the repetitious grounds

of your surveillance.

When the eyes die

the Soul moves on to greener pastures.

At the gate of Souls

all will gaze upon the other

and know with distinction

that they have gained

or lost at the journey of life.

The last peering will exemplify

the hours of Faith

and the stones thrown.

Those that deny the judgment

are judged in the World

so why not at the wrath of God?

We escape our own denials

whispering for hope within ourselves

desperately digging in our cages

for the marquee or sensibilities

that might resurrect us.

At the Gate of Souls

we fraternize with the higher self

never graduating from its illusions stated.

The foundation of Anglicism

only survives in people

who have immersed their flesh grains

in the power of Gods Grace.

The complexity of the simple mind- is at rest.

Jesus shall deny eternity

to those in questioning Spirit of His existence.

At the Gate of Souls …

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Great write, thanks for sharing, my applause, my love, my vote

Regards & Love

Williamsji Maveli

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