Unseeking Seeker Poet Rubaiyat

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Where Lies Hell

Heaven and hell, both lie within
We can choose love or can choose sin
By employing bestowed free will
We are the thoughts we ourselves spin

Fears and desires, the seeds we till
Misaligned from love, soul falls ill
As we engage in needless strife 
Free only when our heart is still

Ego wielding a butcher’s knife 
Heeds not cadence of love bliss rife
Plunging headlong in a dark realm
Distanced from true purpose of life

With love no longer at the helm
Dark fears and desires overwhelm 
By our own hand we create hell
We’re to blame; who may we condemn

Even as hell sounds it’s death knell
If we so choose, all can be well
Simply shifting from head to heart
Where gong of truth sounds as love’s bell

Hell’s when estranged souls stand apart
Heaven’s ours adding love to cart
We thus are where we choose to be
Let God guide the life course we chart

06-March-2023

Hell Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori 

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Linda Alice Fowler March 10, 2023 at 5:37 PM Fine writing and I totally agree! Congratulations on your win! :) Unseeking Seeker March 10, 2023 at 8:25 PM Thank you, Linda :)

Paula Goldsmith March 10, 2023 at 12:44 PM Congratulations on your win. A wonderful story/write/ending. Have a blessed day/weekend..................... Unseeking Seeker March 10, 2023 at 8:24 PM Thank you, dear Paula

Ann Peck March 10, 2023 at 8:14 AM A beautiful poem, Seeker. I agree that we create our own hell. I love these two lines, especially: "By employing bestowed free will, we are the thoughts ourselves spin..." Congratulations! Unseeking Seeker March 10, 2023 at 8:25 PM Thank you, Ann ~ happy these words resonate

Valsa George March 6, 2023 at 9:30 PM Such a lovely and meaningful poem written in your unique well rhymed and effortless style, dear Seeker friend. Your poem exemplifies the same thought of Milton in his Paradise Lost....'The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..” Into my FAVE Unseeking Seeker March 6, 2023 at 11:55 PM So happy you enjoyed, Valsa ~ I must have a look at Milt’s poem, you’ve referenced