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Purgatory
The garden gate to heaven
Is through a cornfield
Stalking through desecrated husks
Of past indiscretions and sins
Trampling empty shells
Of insect memories
A few good golden ears left
Those pure joys in life so rare
Seeking to hold tight to
The right choices made
The garden gate to heaven
Is through a cornfield
The question remains
How to escape the maize
Is through a cornfield
Stalking through desecrated husks
Of past indiscretions and sins
Trampling empty shells
Of insect memories
A few good golden ears left
Those pure joys in life so rare
Seeking to hold tight to
The right choices made
The garden gate to heaven
Is through a cornfield
The question remains
How to escape the maize
Published 11th Oct 2018
| Edited 14th Oct 2018
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13th Oct 2018 3:05pm
Oh ... I like this one ... corn mazes ... fall ... the spiritual overtones ... bravo dear poetess ...
13th Oct 2018 3:30pm
Your picture you paint is very vivid.
This line intrigued me the most!
"The questions remains
How to escape the maze"
Jesus Paid The Price
Romans 6:23
For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
1 Peter 1:18-19
Knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot.
Ephesians 1:7
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace,
This line intrigued me the most!
"The questions remains
How to escape the maze"
Jesus Paid The Price
Romans 6:23
For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
1 Peter 1:18-19
Knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot.
Ephesians 1:7
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace,
13th Oct 2018 3:32pm
Powerful Scriptural passages... thank you for sharing them with me. It framed in a greater context than I was originally thinking
14th Oct 2018 12:59pm
The maze is a complex simulation of facts and fears I love the whole thing great ink spilled here
14th Oct 2018 1:51pm
14th Oct 2018 2:18pm
I am the same you read my work and I’ll read yours as I appreciate all that strangers.
14th Oct 2018 1:25pm
I liked your imagery in the second and third stanzas ... I couldn't see a rhyme scheme or rhythm - I don't know why you didn't choose to use either of them and if you did why I missed it.
14th Oct 2018 1:50pm
Didn’t use rhyme or rhythm scheme because the purgatorial experience, like the poem, is imperfect. You made an important observation! Thanks for sharing your thoughts :-)
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14th Oct 2018 3:05pm
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14th Oct 2018 5:17pm
Oooo that is really clever! Can’t believe I didn’t think of it. Great edit and suggestion <3 thanks
Anonymous
17th Oct 2018 4:37am
Muse.. powerful ink.. nicely done..
Dave
Dave
18th Oct 2018 1:06pm
A purgatory as a maze... good concept.
the soul pains at each memory of sin
every scratch of corn on naked skin
the soul pains at each memory of sin
every scratch of corn on naked skin
18th Oct 2018 1:21pm
27th Oct 2018 3:25pm
Your first two stanzas brought to mind the parable of the tares ...
