Take my tears
and wash me, lord.
Collect them in a bowl.
Wherever I am tarnished,
make me whole.
Apply them
on my surly soul.
Wherever I am tarnished,
make me whole.
Spread them on
my wounded eyes
and on the bloody hole
that hurts my hands
and on the roughness
where I've paid my toll
Scoop the healing water
from my begging bowl.
Wherever I am tarnished,
make me whole.
A contest entry
- wash me... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended December 13, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what's your opinion of this?
Comments
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Though you use repeats of words, there is still a rhyme and theme that is most pleasant to read...A tender sincere heart is felt in your words. Good luck in the contest!
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amen..your canvas of the immagery is very vast and very true as well..making this poem a heartfelt expereicene..well done....thanks as well..
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