As silent as a sapphire star
the sinking sun expires,
while lonely lunar light from far
tranquility inspires.
The boundless, breathless ocean deep
laps lazily the shore.
Its salt sea spray and waves all weep
till death shall be no more.
Till death, no more, shall snarl and sneer
when our immortal king
will reign, and wipe away each tear,
while sorrow it will sing.
And sorrow it will always sing.
Its scars will always bear.
Like our immortal, coming king,
whose wounds he’ll always wear!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2022 02:20
- Comment from author about the poem: "My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world." Oscar Wilde
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
what a beautiful, dream you ink
faith is such a powerful tool
when utilised, for good
its just so sad, that this same
power
is oft
a Weapon
for entrenching, our differences..
'selective salvation'
what a warped, interpretation
of reductively, feigned
Christ - like, hollow idealism..
just sad
what a waste, of such impassioned hearts
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