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A god without a paradise

Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods? John 10:34

 

Stretch out a hand

and catch a bead of blood

from the beheaded head of St. Valentine.

 

Smear the sacrosanct crimson

on both lip and command

“let there be love” upon every sunset.

 

Treat every new face as a blank canvas

and stroke a kiss with a brush of your lips.

 

Leave the mark of love

upon as many hearts

and soon the world will see

 

and follow the light. This power is in us

for we are gods without a paradise.

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Written by
ugochukwu-charles-onyewuchi
Nigerian
Published
Jan 28, 2012
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