Redemption

gerrylegister



The spring air blows softly into my eyes

And capture each moment in remembrance,

To make my heart fluttered in flight.

Releases butterflies wobbling into space

A race of beautiful heavens filled with delight.

Night, wandering stars strove upon my eyelashes,

The alarm chased sorrows away from a damp demise

into a mist of time running fearfully off my face.

 

Spring release new hope in the wind swaying,

A change of season quickened its tilted limbs

Like the currier on morning wings newly arriving,

Leaving the night painting the scene of sins.

Murky darkness passes the light in-between

Crossing moonshine and the dawning of the day.

Out into my dream, the redemption of love is born

And throw upon the wind, caution in the storm.

My heart once was charmed by gallows of lust,

Envy had thrust, treasures of happiness crushed

In passions fires, the lament of rage rushed

These were the whims of my ill trodden life

They held me each night to earth and dirt supplied

a picturesque trance, where the gallows danced.

 

Conscience is our redemptive guide,

The voice of destiny whispers silently

a tune to cover lofty grand morals we cannot hide,

Crumbling into a vault of penitence soaring free,

Desire becomes the strongest possibility.

Make Redemption draw near, but my heart is still far

Death is immutable, a fixed epoch of invincibility,

A string of greater pains than remains of nuclear war.

I can see the stars, they’re in my eyes, trembling

Yellow bright emblems, signs of the times fulfilling

While high above, the heavens have questions for me.

 

I wonder if, the redemption will haunt me tonight

Synchronizing the new purposes deep within my mind,

Once, embedded with pride and ego of human rights,

Protest and fights only got me more jail time.

Now, I am so longing for the lordship of right

To leave the wrongs in the regions beyond,

And find in my heart reasons often so misunderstood,

The purpose of an existence that conscience demands,

A force of will, to forge a greater brotherhood

striving about to cherish living, as we should.

  • Author: Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2019 01:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Awakened by the signs of the times, crumbling institutions are the fulfilling of an epoch
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 12
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Comments1

  • ForeverJesus7

    'Redemption Song', is actually my favorite song by Bob Marly.
    Jesus saves.
    Persistence is key



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