Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Fleeting

Gray winter sky; no hope for Spring.
Reminds me death brings life.
Gray soul of man feels the painful sting
Of Life filled with uncompromising strife.

Purity snowflakes polluted by atmosphere.
Reminds my soul once cleansed by grace.
Polluted soul bogged by worry’s fear.
While mind is filled with disgrace.

God does redeem all things gone wrong
It’s not karma, or voodoo or any such thing
It’s healing balm of grace from ancient song
Removing venom of viper’s sting.

Charlie 3/7/13

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