unrighteous salvation

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, November 12, 2009 0 comments

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from this there seems to be
no escape
as I sense an angel whose beauty
unveils
my heart

and while her essence molds
the reaping of
what I have ever
longed to know

a tear trickles by the notion that
deliverance
may unceasingly
desire to
corner her

yet
through her
I wish our Father would grant me
my one chance
to redeem my empty-handed soul

if only
she might remember
what it is to love
and know again
the touch
of empathy

and if to fall with her
could
be a blessing
then I wish go
way of all flesh
and
liberate her
from that
unrighteous salvation

Posted by Robert Anderson at Thursday, November 12, 2009
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