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Prose - Sadness Then Salvation

Updated on November 14, 2011

Every night I exhaust myself
With thoughts of your past
I take them off your shelf
And to my heart they hold fast
In God’s image they say we are made
And yet I feel what I cannot see
At my feet emotion has been laid
And my mind travels to where you may be
How can I have so much to say
To one who has felt such pain?
I smile at frivolity each day
And I awaken wanting it again
In my time of living
You were dying
In your time of giving
I was lying
And now it is you
Who I need
Knowing what is true
Of a flower reborn from pain’s seed
The joy of resiliency
In the face of crushing defeat
Sews the soft ashes of your testimony
Weaving the tapestry where our lives shall meet
Reaching for the hands of my judgment
You understand all that I may do
In shame my life’s blank parchment
Asks for forgiveness from you
I want my ribs to feel the sword
And not the delusion of happiness
In suffering we gain our reward
Because salvation comes after sadness


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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @PenMePretty - Thank you! I guess it was a prayer...

      @snakeslane - Thank you. If I am able to do as you say it is only because I am in the midst of sadness....

      @Beata Stasak - Yes that is true... it is a positive outlook that is very needed at times.

      @Vinaya - Thank you. It just kind of struck me about how death comes before the hope of mankind.

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      Vinaya Ghimire 6 years ago from Nepal

      I loved the free flow of emotions and the way you embed truth such as: salvation comes after sadness.

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      Beata Stasak 6 years ago from Western Australia

      If you reach the rock bottom...there is only way left..UP:)

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      Verlie Burroughs 6 years ago from Canada

      Hello Suburban Poet, another profound poem, you seem to be able to tap in endlessly to that sharp edge where knife meets life. Regards, snakeslane

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      PenMePretty 6 years ago from Franklin

      Amen and voted all...