Liturgy - another poem
The razorblade liturgy
scratches the skin,
peels it off.
Words upon words
cut deeply,
wounded
I leave.
Empty.
Charlotte Thérèse, © 2009. All rights reserved.
torsdag 21 maj 2009
The razorblade liturgy
scratches the skin,
peels it off.
Words upon words
cut deeply,
wounded
I leave.
Empty.
Charlotte Thérèse, © 2009. All rights reserved.
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My dear!
a liturgy
that hurts
its handmade,
by human.
for saints how
enjoy pain.
With God you
get pardon.
Without!
You fight
for youre
life!
To get
a sinless
life.
But you
can not
be free.
For you
must earn
youre pardon!
But you
can not earn it!
You just have,
to learn
to receive it!
My dear!
You might ask
why pardon?
Why not!
To understand
that pardon is
build from!
Only that way
can you understand
the way of Gods
Amazing Grace!!!!!!!!
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