Mark
Oh fetish line and grace divine
the narrow thinking of the mind,
dispels content, and opens bind
conditioning its' arrow's find!
How hurt portrays life's endless maze,
while comfort beacons there to praise
Oh, suffer shame, my silence name
as love in Thee, and yet acclaim!
How space does wind and distanced faith
so far between ~ we once were chaste
with heart's fulfilled, our sins erased,
now buttressed fiendishly distaste!
Forgive my sight ~ the captive fear
while all about me follows near,
insane regret ~ ''tis not my cheer
but only bending of my ear!
Forgive again thy plight this hark
and let me listen ~ counterpart
the small slight message thee embark
from all the noise of useless mark!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2014
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