Tag: #Sins
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Heaven or Hell? #Poetry
The title of Anita’s poem, Heaven or Hell, struck a chord with me today. Basically, because of the news that is filtering through to my office from the TV in the other room. Boris Johnson has reached the end of his rope, apparently and will be resigning any minute now. I am not a fan…
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Before Sin… #Poetry
Before I am born, I am forgottenI carry sins for the world.I share them out like sweetsAs a mother would for her children.Each must have his own portionWithout sin, the world turns to ash.There must be crimes, murdersCatastrophes to swipe man away.Space on your world is not infiniteI do not choose who receives the larger…
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No More than a Whisper… #Poetry
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I awoke after nine days in HeavenScreaming, where is my bodyI am no more than a whisper, a puff of smokeIs no one here to answer me?My voice, sailing back to ears I cannot feelYet the sound penetratedthe part of me that was mindWhat dark trick is this?A new sound entered, bells ringingReminding me of…
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Before Sin… #Poetry
Before I am born, I am forgotten I carry sins for the world. I share them out like sweets As a mother would for her children. Each must have his own portion Without sin, the world turns to ash. There must be crimes, murders Catastrophes to swipe man away. Space on…