In the Heavens of the Mind
In the Heavens of the Mind
Pain grows dim.
Shame does not.
Pain, with shame, fractures minds, and closes doors.
Yet…
for each violation, fourteen angels fly,
seven to bear record, and seven to seal
virtue onto Mary of the Sacred Heart.
Truth,
born forever and ever,
for the damaged to behold
…to forgive,
those whose trespasses,
are helled…
in the heavens of the mind.
Copyright © Dan Helppi | Year Posted 2017
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