My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me, we all have such moments, all seems hopeless. There is nothing, still we go on, we find a way. If we have done works of the soul, if we have moments before the cross where we where true to our core, those muster seeds will carry our depths, our soul, our life to a new life here or to new lands, to new hope, to more noble fulfilling desires to better more refined worlds to come.
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A compelling and creative cry that echoes the reality of humanity in general
Beautiful piece of poetry, nice brought forth with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Anthony.