Striped
I choke on dust,
wreckage of world,
and my crushed
bones of existence.
Painful agonies—
what breathing soul
is exempt from knowing?
While the world continues
doubling and halving
its joys and sorrows,
what of souls
doubled over?
Lines mark days—
scratches on skin.
Irrational love
splits_____the cosmic lie
for an irrational world.
Humanity—
striped in earth and red—
prone to depths of
unspeakable treachery
and hatred
is labeled
Redeemed
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© prasanta February 2018
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I am such a fan of your work. This poem reminds me of the lament at Lent. And through it all we find we are redeemed through the Most High. Thank you so much for your heart and your words. xo Love you, friend.
Yes… despite it all, in our sinful state, we are redeemed… it’s humbling… and how good God is to us. Thank you so much for your encouragement today! It came at the right time.