Tuesday, April 1, 2008

"benign mother" excerpts

fiendish gloom robs heart of its warmth;
thoughts have turned pale and cold
sole query does my mind raise
"Has the spring lomg way to come"
robed in anguish, wake i, all days
sighing over duties undone, prayers unsaid.
sins make a grim dance on my eyes,
wonder how large a troupe they are.
i don a cloak of ritual penance
still withholding my goodness,
makes unfeeling vows before Lord
knowing each word waits to be broken

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