A leathered heart; neither any sight of bones
With the journey, exalted above nothing -
Seeing no place and seeing myself
Brought lowest of me of all the hurt.
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Yet, I see that I shall endure forever, and be well
In glory, as I will in life without Her, and see
That my heart shall be timely redeemed,
And that I may be saved
In power; I am conferred medallions?
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Whether they rest upon me unending
I will only see the wounds; the double-dyed wounds
Just like Christ, who administered the flesh-
To the doves --
And He who now feeds them in the sky
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Send him to me, and He shall feel the prints in
My hands, and know the marks of my ankles;
That never bid me farewell –
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Heretofore -
All about me is praying at the night and its spectrum;
With there being one request above the darkling few,
Long in the way in which they ensue
Promising that my root shall be clean,
And allow all but fire devour me.
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I look to light; the pink clouds and gold --
The lonely fox holes' of my heart.
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Bare to Maunder
Teen FictionAn ongoing poetical work that I am working towards completing. Please, take time to read - comment - and anything else that is constructive, and beneficial to the work I have pitched to this website, and all whom frequent it with their cursors and c...
