Prose - Let My Flesh Free Your Spirit

To the living
It is the end times
To the dead
The times have ended
Alive or dead
Has its purpose
The only way to God
Is to believe
In the primacy
Of your own heart
Before the dust settles
The belief
In your nobility
Cloaks your delusion
As you assume
Your impending doom
Will either be pardoned
Or crowned
But the end
Cannot be determined
Only lived
If you were hurt
It is not what I wanted
If I kept you from love
It was not meant to be
As you search
For meaning
Look not to me
But through me
As my back
Is all you will see
To prepare you
For more meaningful disappointment
Cry not
For my heart
Was never open
It was sent to you
To warn you
To prepare for the end
Of who you were
And the beginning
Of who you will be
Look not to me
For answers
Look to me
For hope
For I am flesh
And I have taught you
To be spirit

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raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

thank you for the these lines :

And I have taught you

To be spirit




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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you raciniwa. This is a message that we should not rely on lust and dead-end love affairs to make us what we can be. It is not to reject love but to know that it has its place. Spiritual matters would seem to be more important....

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Senoritaa 5 years ago

Indeed beautifully written. Voted up.

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Deborah Brooks 5 years ago from Brownsville,TX

this poem so full of meaning ..and love and not being hurt. I love this..

wish I would have seen this 4 weeks ago.

be blessed


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Senoritaa - Thank you!

@Deborah - Thank you too.... I'm sorry I took so long to respond.

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