Prayer
is all I have left
when the last leaden layers
of that old forsaken life
get forcibly scraped off,
thrown away,
and the newness of being,
put on like fresh raiment,
clean linen
brings thoughts, pure
like a newborn babe.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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A beautiful, reflective poem. Spiritual transformation with quiet grace.
This reads almost scriptural. It is an announcement of cleansing. Well written and a fave
Fränz, what a beautiful piece. I love how it moves from the stripping away of the old life to the quiet hope of becoming something new. The final image of thoughts as pure as a newborn leaves the poem resting in grace. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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