We will never make
it to the dawn, where
hearts are joyful lights
if the secret maladies
of our most intimate sorrows
never reach the shore's of truth
for we need opiates of calm
like the healing ointments
found in the balm of Gilead
spread through our vulnerabilities,
like an infectious disease,
that cast out our darkness
transforming the funk of
centuries past into a lucid
experience of spiritual awakening
as we face our demons and meet
beyond the hills of mistrust,
to wit the sunrise of our salvation
A contest entry
- let there be morning. by winterbound..
1000 points, ended December 1, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
Comments
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This is the type of read that brings a light
of smile to the heart..beautifully penned
with beautiful words..best of luck
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Oh wow! This is an amazing write and you did a wonderful job on it. I really enjoyed reading this and want to say major kudos on this. The last three stanzas really stood out to me as brilliant but it was great as a whole. Thanks for sharing and good luck in your contest!
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This is so beautifully written darell and such a pleasure to read,
I really enjoyed this,
Good luck to you in the contest!
You did a wonderful job here!
Geneva
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