Salvation

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 Salvation


Weary, I meander prayer whispering, 

on rambled wasteland trails

haunted by hard-hearted

        and hateful half-truths

that stealthily stalk the unhealthy soul.

I perch on silent tiptoe's hope,

teeter on restless terrains

to wrestle sanity and regain

some solid ground of peace.

Trial's tumultuous tirade, tantrum 

of a demonic whirlwind,

spins a myriad of shadowy sins,

to tempt and lead away

brainchildren born to be orphaned

by some stoic, egoic maniac.

In man's world,

I can only mope, hoping to somehow 

miraculously cope

with some pretend savior that shall 

eventually forsake me.

Teary, my eyes trickle onto paths of woeful wanderings 

and bleed their unhealed sorrow,

undaunted by lean, mean, 

feigned-pain smiles. 

Ripped with fright, bursting into nightmare screams,

peace seeks solace in rescue's slumber,

and lumbers lost midst lonely dreams.

Compassion's heavenly healing, like light, 

white feathery angelic wings  

wraps my dozen, dazzling dreams,

to protect those long gone away

brainchildren, born of cosmic logic 

within some distant, 

                                  omniscient consciousness.

In God's world,

I can only grow, knowing how 

             to somehow miraculously flow

with my true Savior that shall 

never forsake me.


~P.S. Colley~

c. 2024




    


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