For Mag 269
—
Here beneath
The glow of your halo,
Mother of God,
With clasped hands
And humble spirit
I bow in supplication,
Bringing a prayer
For redemption, for
Absolution from this
Weight, this burden
Of deferred hope.
The crash of thunder,
Flash of lightning,
Fire and smoke,
Echoed across seven hills
Is etched in my memory
A callus chafed raw
By this journey,
This unceasing battle
Of Self and Spirit
Of good ambushed by doubt
Mother of God
If you hear, or are near
Pray for this sinner
Now and at the hour
Of escape.
A Geek's Life 
Definitely achieved escape velocity with this …..
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Fear, loss of hope and doubt – all negative feelings culminating in pain. A good read.
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Okay, the photo made me smile. Made me read the poem and laugh 🙂
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Thanks – I was somewhat worried it might come across as irreverent.. 🙂
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Good stuff. Greetings friend!
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Kind of the way I’m feeling these days
It has been awhile
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