Bleak December, and the first snowfall
of the season settles, covering the wanton
nudity of the land in a patina
of purity. A redemption of sorts, comforting
and consoling; blurring the ugly features
of waste and earthly dissolution.
But it cannot conceal my scarred soul,
my sin-stained heart or damaged conscience.
No amount of snow can hide the brutal truth:
that I must face my Maker, without the solace of snow.
A contest entry
- Covering A Season Of Sin - three hours by CarolDesjarlais.
700 points, ended December 7, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"A redemption of sorts, comforting
and consoling;"
Loved this...especially the above lines. The rest...well that's up to us to deal with brother.
Your brother in Christ,
Mj.
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Excellent Bill, "The truth will out in the end". We can cover up, paint over, bury things we would rather forget, but in the end we will still have to stand and be counted for...Much truth in your words Bill and perhaps a reminder we can all use.....Well done for the bronze my friend.......mal
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wow
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Man this is harsh, but so many feel this way.... thank goodness there is recompense eventaully for those who turn to do the best for others in order to allieve a wrong. ty for your entry.
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Heavy write
Wow Bill in these few lines you have said a hell of a lot. worth a second read for sure. sadly I stand right next to you
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