Suicidal Conscience Poem by james watkin

Suicidal Conscience



He asked the Great Thunder, and the Godhead
In whose wispy swaddling regard
Puffed a perfect smiled quiescence
To cleanse, of earth's frown, its essence;
Til of lightning struck, angel's searing tap
By which fury of watching o'er
Wreathed a patience of steps, upright
For to see out that vow to life aright.

Friday, September 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: answers,prayer
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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