The tenth day,
When over,
Will finish the fast.
Was that the order
You gave in the past?
Was it not feasting on all you desire?
To give portions to the widow, the stranger, the priest...
Not a time for mourning a time to feast!
Am I wrong
To feel this way?
Anticipating the final day...
I don't want to fall..
In joy is salvation.
You make the call,
With your revelation...
If I was wrong
You are still true-
For I heard you say:
Father, forgive them;
For they know not what they do.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I stopped by because these words looked downcast and lonely
It's an upside down world.
Thank you.
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