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Let me return to Mother Earth

My play’s last scene when comes to end, when ends 
My pilgrimage, its last laborious mile, 
It’s time to call the curtain in a while, 
Time ‘tis to say goodbye to my dear friends… 
And to show up oh for the Judgment Day, 
My flesh unto atoms ready to merge, 
Whilst all but subtle vestiges I purge, 
My sins and saner deeds when say their say— 
If I deserve a term or not in hell, 
Or should suffer the test of a devil's, 
And cleansed I get of my sinful evils, 
Pray, spare me, howso short, from heaven's spell, 
    For, I'd love to return to Mother Earth 
    To try, strive once more for my tiny worth. 
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Sonnet |19.11.2008, revised March 2025| earth, journey, prayer
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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HAYNES Avatar
March 23, 2025 at 11:04 PM
Enjoyed your words on the fickle finger of death/ will we return or move on a great piece of writing
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