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May 2016
This life has known impatience;
‘Tempted and caressed by her deceptive wrath,
Defiled in her cradle of penitence
Ravished in her creased sheets of lustful hurt.

Deserted in the middle of nowhere
Between this roaring lion and deep raging sea,
I became the victim of my own care;
Left stranded in the very last place I hate to be.

But the heaven never faded above me,
Nor sun’s crystal rays that reached out for my soul.
The earth did not disappear beneath me;
For mercy found me and kept me intact and whole.

She nudged me into the arms of patience,
Who wrought her perfect work in and through me.
‘Took me to a place of peaceful existence,
Where I’m made complete, to lack none and set free.
Sequestered
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