Chains dangle from the servant,
rusted from the sweat of its victim,
binding the sole to incarceration.
A man who is not free
is a man who cannot see
the glorious promise land
of sweetness and serenity.
He lies there, waiting
waiting to be set free -
to have his chains undone.
He's declared Jesus as Lord,
Thy Kingdom Come.
A man who is not free
is a man who cannot be
anything more than a shadow -
a hollow denizen of desolation.
He cries there, saying:
"Why hast thou deserteth thee?
Who saveth my soul
from this wretched sword -
God's work undone?"
Only when he kissed a dove
did the chains break.
An eternity it seemed -
an eternity too late.
The dove kissed back.
Author notes
The sickness of abuse can only be cured with love.
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Truth
is what your words hold, nothing but love can save us from this pathetic world we live in. You canpture the essence of it so well. This was a joy to read.
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Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
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The sickness of abuse leaves internal scars that take a near lifetime to heal. I understand these words. I have lived in this world, and not until I learned to forgive was my spirit set free. I feel the pain written in this poem but I also feel the power of being loosed. Excellent in every way. Your metaphors become the inspiration here poet. Great job!
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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Thanks, Renee. Your comment means a lot to me.
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