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The Helm
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The Helm |
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bags123 Member
since 2002-06-06
Posts 128 |
The Helm I'm harshly swept through uncertain seas. Abrasions are left, on crucified knees. Wounds deepen resolve to an inner strength. Waves open now show a path of great length. Dim gateways appear, mysteriously, dragging me out of my obscurity. A chalice is placed by some angel's hand. Light's ardor expose a rose on the land. I taste the sweet wine. My lips on the rim. I smell the perfume, and then I see him. He beckons me come,.... "Repose, be at ease. Your weariness rest, from uncertainties". "How heavy the ships with sails parched and torn, that sail on the seas of lifes bitter storms" "Your captains immersed with dreams of the dead. Your cargos of wealth have all turned to lead" "Your rudder's been sheared by rocks from the reefs Your hull has been breached, the holes of your grief". "By chance you have washed into my bright realm. We'll build a new ship. I'll be your new helm". |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Very nice. From the disheartened and almost hopeless to redemption and a hope for tomorrow. I like it. In truth, what defines us is our poetry. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
I love the hopeful and uplifting end... and all the rest too! Good Job, Bags... Everyone needs a helm  ~ hugs from the chipmunk at the helmLyra |
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