Oh Lord, how I've tried to wash out the stains.
But yet they are still there, just the same.
I decided to put my Soul in the washing machine.
Oh no, that didn't work, it's not very clean.
So I hung it outside, maybe the fresh air.
Yet again no, the wind took it, now it needs repair.
Ok, so I'll soak it in bleach.
I guess that was too strong, because now it has leaks.
There even was a time I thought it was dead.
Someone should have told me, not to wash it
with the reds.
Now it's pink, no matter though, that covered the stains.
My Soul although injured, intact it remains.
Author notes
An injured body is easier to repair.
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I'm glad you liked that poem, it's nice to hear from you. Connie
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We are our own worst judges, God is more merciful than we are to ourselves
When God looks at us, he looks at us through "rose coloured glasses." When God looks at us he looks at us through the blood of Jesus Christ and our souls are white.
Isaiah 1:18,19.
"Come now, YOU people and let us set matters straight between us" says Jehovah. "Though the sins of you people should prove to be as scarlet, they shall be made white just like snow, though they should be red like crimson cloth, they shall become even like wool.
A beautiful write worthy of praise, I liked this, thankyou for sharing.
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It's not easy for me to see things like that. However I think God accepts me, stains and all. Connie
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I really like how you did this one... It had a really interesting idea behind it... metaphorically? I think... If that's right, I can't remember we learned about it in school.. Anyways, I really like how you penned this one. It really had a meaning behind it.
~ Beautiful write
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It seems like everything I write has meaning to it. Yes metaphorically is correct. Connie
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sometimes those paths we take reveal those truths that we take for granted... never the less they still hold true!
We said!
Keep penning on one stroke at a time!
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When I wrote this poem, it felt like it was a cleaning of my old self out. I've changed somehow, those scars are me, but I am so much more. It's taken me many years to realize that. Connie
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I've tried to put my soul on a diet, and ended up almost killing my faith. If its not one thing to try to cover up stains, it another to bleach them out with red. Nice piece keep'em coming, thanks for sharing even more of you lovly piece.
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I'm glad you like my work, I'll be adding more shortly, I've been so busy lately. I'll be reading yours as well. Bye for now, Connie.
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This is so very true..I really liked this poem. The flow was very good. I love metaphor poems
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I'm glad you enjoyed it. Connie
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I liked this.. and Welcome to AllPoetry..aka Ap.
what a interesting thought.. the true washing of a soul.. Great now the next few times I do laundry I will be wanting to toss myself in..
Take Care,
Catressa
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Try it, but be careful, don't let it get away. Connie
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