Free of Its Stain
There’s a hope that exists beyond reason,
like the refrain of a well written song
There’s a tragedy entrapped in each season,
where right is still captive of wrong
There’s an Angel waiting to take you to heaven,
across that river of torrent and pain
Where true joy in the act of forgiving
—washes guilt completely free of its stain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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