Saturday, October 22, 2022


On the cusp of concession
He gazed at the sky
To seek intercession
But it passed him by

He kneeled in contrition
And pleaded once more
Despite his tradition
Of sinning full bore

Then he felt a contortion
In the depth of his heart
As a healthier portion
Of love would impart

A new consecration
To always do good
Without expectation
He knew he would.

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