Dismissed the rocky road and went along
Alone, self-assured in my own strong will;
Pride, veiling sight and sound: obstinacy,
The beastly demons that I walked among,
Confirmed and enflamed my bitter hate until,
My Lover’s face I could no longer see.
Apostate, all around, I lived in hell,
Denied Christ was God, that the Cross did kill;
I was the king so bow down and serve me!
The gutter I licked and lapped, couldn’t tell
How far I’d fallen: look at me! I’m free!
Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Curtal Sonnet
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Excellent
Did not know of a curtal sonnet, Gary - had to refer to Prof Google. However as a chronicle of your reconversion to the faith it could have been with a bonus three lines it would have satisfied but not converted me.
Rich write.
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