It woke my soul this morning

It tore my sheets off

ASH 7 (Photo credit: Icons For Now)

it killed death and associates,

stung my sensitivities,

It axed crimes I committed when It

wasn’t there,

It woke my soul this morning

broke my defense, my shatter- shutters,

stole and ravaged every

indefinite thing  I worshipped

It stood tall, wide

like a citadel on a hill

a kingdom unshakeable

consistence and a beautiful kind of pride,

Ashes rewound, I look It in the eye,

no longer rivals:

LIFE.

 

 

…………

 

 

 

………….

 

 

Woke up Easter morning to a beautiful  Gros Morne ..Wikipedia)

 

• ABORT THAT AT ONCE ! (raeindia.wordpress.com)
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