Too much has gone on. Poetry has grown on me and I can express my views on faith intertwined with religion and the merciful God. For the unreligious, think of God as fate and it's fairness in the end. I believe good people may seem sinful to themselves and life is not always fair, but the outcome is magnificent. Imagine yourself living the life you've chosen and who knows fate, God, life, karma, whatever one can believe in, it'll work with you.
For the soul who believes it was worth less and for those who expect less but should know that everything happens for a reason. Mercy does exist.
Poem Numero Uno:
Sinner’s Salvation
Those lengthy columns glow
Golden rods of beauty doth
Entangle points in thrust
Coerced upon a sole wingèd throne
Thy king, watchful eyes and pardoning gaze
Look upon you with knowing eyes.
Who art thou and thou despised
To enter these gates, in form,
The king must look aside,
Across the ancient lands, mystique
Roams the terrain, particular
To heaven this beautifying glory,
For a sinner in passing to the cave,
The king’s nod or pardon
Beckoning and beseeching one through
The golden rods designed
Salvaging him from the talons of Purgatory
