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Giles Scott Poem
The Heaven that Christians foresee
Sounds utterly ghastly to me:
Without touch, taste or speech,
Loved ones just out of reach….
“Locked-in Syndrome” for Eternity!
Copyright © Giles Scott | Year Posted 2016
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Giles Scott Poem
No Help
Oh God, our help in ages past,
But not much help since then.
It’s ages since we heard you last;
When will you speak again?
Copyright © Giles Scott | Year Posted 2016
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Giles Scott Poem
“Life in a Lifeboat”
Some rant of thirst and death
Some suffer in solitary silence
Some drink the waves and grow delirious
Some dream of rainwater and a cool wind
You ask, ‘Why should we care:
All will end up
as sordid, decaying flesh
floating on the vast, deep, blue, empty swells?’
Do not rue our all-too-tiny time to live.
Let not harsh reason over-shadow the mystery of life.
For if this fragile body be the very whole life,
then we were born to fill this sacred moment, now,
with harmony and grace;
And find a space between heaven and here
where our snowflake selves can briefly thrive.
That, when nightfall does surely follow,
The world is better left.
© GILES SCOTT (2016)
Copyright © Giles Scott | Year Posted 2016
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