Eyes to My Soul

Gino

Oh beautiful oasis,

don’t tempt me when I’m gone

before I fall into the abyss

of your cracked earth

Bring me your ecstasy

upon the plains of paradise,

and let me recluse myself

within a poem’s identity

to keep hearth with the world’s madness

upon an empty tomb

 

Ah fallen angel,

don’t come to my door

for I’ve rescinded a saint’s prayer

upon my doorpost,

guarding that which He has promised

to withhold the evil

from the catacombs

of your own design,

for I’ve long to live out my years

upon the pastures of Bethlehem

to give me peace

beyond your grasp

 

A new dawn I’ve long to see

Beauty surpassing my own fear

Of a dying world ready to succumb

 

Oh dearest friend,
follow the narrow road

that leads to life
for the trials of dire days

are upon us 

Don't give summons 

to the void alternative

upon the threshold

of your sudden reluctance

to give penance

to the pedestal of your wish


Give yourself up,

for not all roads lead 

into the salvation

of your own design

to be saved, for all ransom

has been paid on the cross

to bequeath onto you

his saving grace

  • Author: Gino (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2017 02:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Ethan

    Very, very nice. I enjoy the subtle, tasteful alliteration.

    • Gino

      Thank you so much Ethan.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good write so full of your Faith.

      • Gino

        Thank you Goldfinch60.

      • Fay Slimm.

        A plea which, encased as it is in excellent phrasing appeals to the heart and mind of those searching for peace. Well said Gino.

        • Gino

          Thank you Fay



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