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Teresa Maule Poem
A coat of anguish, both bottomless and raw with fiery disgrace,
Armored blazonry not withstanding.
No parachute with wings.
God, have mercy on me.
Tormenting throes, crucifixion of the wretched,
Relentless against the herald.
No saving grace to proffer.
Lord, hear my prayer.
Sweet ritual purge not this massive spill,
Soul sick, impure with foul disgust.
My shadowed heart besmears.
God, have mercy on me.
Piercing agony, racked hopeless in black despair,
Unworthy, under the harrow I whisper.
My penance wrung sharply tender.
Lord, hear my prayer.
Copyright © Teresa Maule | Year Posted 2005
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Teresa Maule Poem
Woman, feel the fire of Life and the fire of Death,
But that is not enough,
Intuitively, you know, with every keen breath.
But that is not enough.
You listen well to that still, small voice,
But that is not enough.
The crisis has come and you must make a choice.
But that is not enough.
In your depression and despair, you have come upon Death's door,
But that is not enough.
Embrace it, face it, hear the roar.
But that is not enough.
Do not argue with your Self, woman, you must act now!
But that is not enough.
Once you feel the fire, you will change the World.
Copyright © Teresa Maule | Year Posted 2005
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