I’m ok and I feel well
but sometimes it’s really to, hard to tell
I was naked and bruised purple on the day that I was born I have been naked and bruised purple for my whole life long When you are naked and bruised purple can your soul be saved? Or will I be naked and bruised purple as I am laying in my grave When I meet my maker will he wash away my sin. Or mark me bruised purple and send me back again?
Or will my purple bruising earn me a, pair of angel wings? I feel ok and it seems I’m well
But about some things it’s just really, hard to tell.
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2017 10:58
- Comment from author about the poem: just wondering how many times we have to do this?
- Category: Fantasy
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Your life is still there, treasure each moment of it.
yes I am blessed in this life and don't I know it! Thank you gold finch!
Good 'un Willy. Do you know the poem by Jenny Joseph -.When I am an old woman I shall wear purple ? Well seems as if you've got I made - you don't have to dress up for it - or is it just extra cold where you are? 🙂
I do not but I will find it and read it. no its a beautiful day here in OZ. we don't wear any here?
Whatever our past we are all bruised and waiting for love from our maker. Good read Willy
you are correct in that Fay thank you for the read!
In the battlefield of life the armour and weaponary we build up inside of us throughout our lives is enormous. keep the armour held up high and stand invincible to those who try to 'bruise you purple'. a great and well light poem here willyweed, it's a reminder of how hurt we can be sometimes.
"Bruised and purple," Some physical, some psychological, but we all suffer to one degree or another. It's getting free and what you do from there that counts. Somehow I think the Maker forgives those that are "bruised and purple." Nice eye-opening write. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil I appreciate it!
Sort of a spiritual question. Does our suffering here on earth grant A pathway to heaven? I like this.
So on this count your going to heaven, yes? I should think so after all its just a state of mind? ww
Some days I feel close to the gates. I'm looking around for those damn keys. Where the devil did I put them.
Bruised & purple that's how I find myself. Thanks for reminding me. Well done!
Thank RR pack your bags light your on the way to heaven@!
Very colorful WW.
I love that you find the joy and humor in all of it. peace & love 4 U. WBL!
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