Soul
The fallacy endows me with that trace of earth,
a mock to seal exile ~ a curse
no subtle truth that boundaries can exist
beyond my own conception ~ airs the thief!
That I can through resolve, not fortunes leach
an entity of Faith ~ that Soul must reach,
so prayer be my concensus ~ form not teach,
it is the heart's ascension . . . . battle's peace!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2012
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