Seeking God's indulgence
Sitting on my tod,
my soul sleeps like a night watch, and
my heart beats the rhythm of a lifer, then
my mind sprints with much woolgathering, while
my body sweats emotions in full current.
My sins haunt me like karma, and
my good deeds desert me to my fate, then
my past sterilizes my future,
like a fragrance sprayed on a gangrened leg,
God’s indulgence I hanker after.
Featured in Heart & Mind Zine. To read the full poem click here.
Sitting on my tod,
my soul sleeps like a night watch, and
my heart beats the rhythm of a lifer, then
my mind sprints with much woolgathering, while
my body sweats emotions in full current.
My sins haunt me like karma, and
my good deeds desert me to my fate, then
my past sterilizes my future,
like a fragrance sprayed on a gangrened leg,
God’s indulgence I hanker after.
Featured in Heart & Mind Zine. To read the full poem click here.
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