My Horn Savior Haiku
My Horn Savior Haiku
Why when I do die
Gone to heaven high in the sky
Time proceeds to pass by.
So sad people are,
When I went away so far
Remember each scar.
On my wrists and legs,
Nails were pounded in like pegs;
For forgiveness beg.
Have been satisfied;
One who on we have relied
On cross one day died.
This story I shall share;
Happiness is everywhere;
Free from sin and despair.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
It would be interesting if you
forwarded my poem to all
Poetry Revisited members.
They could print out my poem.
After reading it, they could bring
copy with them to Poetry Revisited
get together at Arbor Landing. We
then could read it out loud together
just like you do a psalm in church.
Jim
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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