"Even if by chance a leather belt is bestowed on one,
By the end of morning
It will have been snatched away three times".
The water runs away from heaven
And so to does man depart from God
There is an enmity between man and woman
There is derision betwixt the woman and the devil.
Conflict is and has been the scourge upon the earth.
Don't cry for to long
Sadness is in truth just the passing of misery
A time in which we dwell but for a passing sojourn
There are tears on the cheeks of the created and uncreated
Isn't it a wonder why God weeps
We all weep
The man who's heart is cracked full of apertures tries any worldly wax to seal them shut again.
And there truly is no brokenness more realized than a woman who has drank the bitter waters of losing the fruit of her womb
Even the devil is restless having spent an eternity dissatisfied
We all cry
Maybe just maybe that's okay
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoésieA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
