Sunday, December 6, 2015

Forgiveness Reaches Afar, and Struggles to Breathe

To witness pain…and this is love…the woman he holds. It crushes a segment, to seek for solace, lost and spinning. I sip for grapes, a small escape, to feel intensely; but more to love, to give a soul, as warm as liquor. Oh the music, to push it forward, reciting psalms. It’s more the forties, and less the thirties, to read for both. I love for Romans, to read Sirach, to study Wisdom Books. The art is jasmine, and more jasper, to feel for jasmine; for pain is rich, to kindle a flame, to carry Ecclesiastes. I started early, to filter journeys, afraid of failing; and more to faith, to fail and rise, through ancient chants. The heart is reigning, if but a moment, to reach a daughter. I love her smiling, and ever winds, to stress a message. We die dearly, the Gospel of Mark, to grasp a notion; and less for rain, to cherish a candle, to love for more. The sea is rising, the ships are tossing, and love is crying; but "Be of faith; It is only I”; to structure Peter. I know for agony, when called to feel, to skate emotions; and love be free, a bit for tipsy, to ponder Smith; and why for her, a bending breeze, to grip the flames. I reckon sorrow, fraught with joys, to shift disposition; in which the words, as grim as love; to pardon infraction. It’s numbing aches, the moment of pleasure, to witness a baby girl. I know for hate, but God is good, despite the secrets. We dwell like winter, to hold a grudge, and dying softly. What for earth, the birth of moments, to feel for moments. Was it all death, a channel fantastic, as twisted as perfect? I perish lightly, the call of God, to ask release; but more for pain, and teary eyes, to grind immortal. I passed a lung, and lost a liver, to ponder a name; and dear to God, I never could, to hate her life. Its hell and grains, bent for stupid, to ask for love. Was it us, to turn for death, spent on forgiveness?  


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