the trash, the grind, the dirty dishes
the dust, the kids, the bill that hisses
the troll that whispers in my ear
you know that life is vain
my dear
Really?
is it worth the pain I hear?
the seduction, allure, perpetual sin
can I really forgive?
Again?
But hark---
a deep resounding ring
Whatever
you do
Do
for the glory of God
So
I run with purpose in every step
I am not just....
Shadowboxing
1 Corinthians 10:31, 1 Corinthians 9:26
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Author:
Gwen Frey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 21st, 2025 19:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes we are tempted to think that life has no purpose. The Bible teaches us that every single little thing we do can have meaning. If we live out of this truth suddenly life is rich and full.
- Category: Religion
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Comments3
Welcome Gwen
Great debut
Loved the rhyme flow and message
Looking forward to reading more from you
Thank you! You are my first comment and reader and it means a lot to me. Blessings to you
Won't be the last my friend
Keep em coming
I box shadows in the octogon .
Death ist the referee .
Thank you Lorenz for reading and for your cryptic little comment. I think you are braver than me as I don't like shadowboxing. 🥊🎁🥊
Just gentle little joke ! I'm past the age of the octagon !
If it has meaning to you do it if not don't worry about it. A lovely poem
Thank you for the nice encouragement!
You are most welcome
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