Five Planes
I. Perdition.
The truth of the evil exposed
Shame not readily received
Truth, now attrition to break the spirit
More painful than the rod
That breaks the skin.
II. Penance.
Torturous the truth
Speak of your own transgression
Repentance, in time, engage
The lesser pain at our command
Wicked man now confess.
III. Purgatory.
By your own hand
Hammer at the stone of our souls
Broken the jagged edges
Chisel and stone to the stone
Shape what I might yet be.
IV. Preparation.
No slave for the master
No whip for the back of the slave
Wit made sharp on The Empirical Stone
Peace, rest, wisdom to grow
By our own toil we may heal.
V. Paradise.
How could it ever be ?
1st April 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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