THERE ARE NO BEGGARS IN HEAVEN
There are no supplicants in Heaven.
For what might they ask? They have it all.
Only in this
life do they wait
on breadlines,
make wishes, pray
away disastrous
outcomes.
This is the
life of worry
and illusion.
At every bend
we face,
unpreparedly alone,
clever demons whose
playthings
we squander,
those ecru trinkets
that neither
polish nor magic
can whiten to
seraphic purity.
Here, we blindly
live out our days,
unalarmed by
inevitable
endings, tickled
by success,
neutral to
what happens next
when the
open-palmed hand is still.
In Heaven,
there are no supplicants,
No need to
pray for one’s salvation.
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Here, we blindly live out our days,
ReplyDeleteunalarmed by inevitable
endings, tickled by success,
neutral to what happens next
when the open-palmed hand is still.
- wow! that is such a great idea, such a powerful thought and bold declaration - I love how you've worked this piece through and come to this point Sal - well done and creative use of the wordle - truly interesting ideas.
Great job of it this week :) Thanks for playing along.
Hope you have a wonderful week ahead.
Recuperating from major surgery, I'm in a lot of pain, but writing poetry and fiction invigorates me!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, that doesn't sound good at all - but if you're over the surgery part and are now in recoup and recovery, then that's a great thing. I hope you will get through this with less pain and ease and that the end result is a healthy and happy you. Creative outlets is a great way to channel some of that pain energy. So get the rest you need and pen away! Take great care Sal!
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