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Showing posts with label Holy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holy. Show all posts

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Heavy

Weighed down

By life and all that it has brought me

Success outweighs struggle

Triumph reigns over tragedy

Mind over matter

Love defeats lust….or that’s what I always tell myself even as I usually lean in the direction of the latter majority of the time

Look in the mirror

Face the man staring back at me

I can’t blame any of this on my father

Spent so many years hating him and now as twenty something year old I’ve become him

Repent

Pray for my soul

Bathe in the purest of waters

Here I am

On this snow and ice covered dark back road

Driving at breakneck speeds

With bald tires and bad brakes

Careening into an embankment

What now?

How do I get out of this?

Lord don’t forget your promises to me

YOU PROMISED ME

Don’t leave me now

Death

Rebirth

Alive

Heart pulsating in anticipation of what my new life will bring

So much has been given

But much more remains

The rain cloud has gone from my life

Now only sunshine is what's left

© 2012

Steve Logan

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Last Rites




We come here today to send off a tortured soul
Removed the wretched life he lived
Years of depression had set in
Smiling was all but halted
If it wasn’t a blank stare then you could expect a frown
Grown tired of chasing dreams and became complacent
Holy water sprinkled down from above but due to the venom that inhabited his veins it evaporated
Clinching the rosary so unyielding……blood begins to flow from my hands
The true definition of praying until it hurts
What was the point of it all?
I still fear that my soul is sentenced to dwell in anguish
Broken promises to myself but above all I broke promises made to my Father
Asking for forgiveness and continued blessings…only to ignore them and black slide
I deserve nothing more than the nightmare I was living
So bury me
Had plenty of dirt thrown on me during my time
What difference does a few shovelfuls more matter?
Perform the eulogy
Lower the casket into the ground
This world is over for me….the me I used to be
Now I take steps forward to start my new life

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