Poem -
RAIN MELT
Anyway
God clearly never asked me.
Had he done, I'd have passed,
declined, refused
With utter venom
To come here at all
And for those just about
To now mount a high horse
Please be as ready
To sodding well fall because
Everything ends here, the whole
of it lost, disappeared to rain
melt like sunny morn frost,
placed firm in the right hand and
forced from the left, because
that's all life is
One's acceptance of theft
M P 13/9/22
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Comments
Aye, for along time I felt like this, till I learned about my lost twin, now I'd rather fall of any horse than have missed this life that turned out well, thanks to my wife (and not the one up there...) still, there's more too life than this flesh, I think, though. But it is Soul, not God...Black Madonnas represent the Soul, showing all sides of Life to the person looking. The soul will set you free of all sh**
John your words are like honey balm to me...you seem to truly understand the confusion...the horror. I thank you for the gift of your words x
I am not afraid to say .. as a Buddhist, I'm with John x
Me too...thanks Nev x