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Beautiful
My heart is pure and beautiful to You,
Not in the sense society ordains.
For when I pray we seem the only two,
I seek Your strength from sin & I abstain.
The perfect image as You see me now,
My heart is pure and beautiful to You.
The freedom You have given me is how
I live to be the passion words can hew.
The passion that uplifted once I knew,
To dedicate and let me see the truth.
My heart is pure and beautiful to You,
A leap of faith forgave misguided youth.
Since then I am my Father’s messenger,
I speak as every living soul for whom,
Of all the land & sea, both hemisphere,
My heart is pure and beautiful to you.
Not in the sense society ordains.
For when I pray we seem the only two,
I seek Your strength from sin & I abstain.
The perfect image as You see me now,
My heart is pure and beautiful to You.
The freedom You have given me is how
I live to be the passion words can hew.
The passion that uplifted once I knew,
To dedicate and let me see the truth.
My heart is pure and beautiful to You,
A leap of faith forgave misguided youth.
Since then I am my Father’s messenger,
I speak as every living soul for whom,
Of all the land & sea, both hemisphere,
My heart is pure and beautiful to you.
Published 1st Aug 2019
Author's Note
This started out as a comp entry. But the muse kept me awake calling me names for not listening, knowing how emotionally invested I was. This is the version that belonged here all along. BTW, because I literally learned how to write the Quatern form by reading Jade Pandora's, I owe her a debt of gratitude.
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1st Aug 2019 11:22am
I love your choice of repeating line; smooth-running quatern. You have been taught well. :)))
1st Aug 2019 12:15pm
1st Aug 2019 4:32pm
I immediately thought of Jade as I began reading. Your quatern has a lovely cadence and harmonious energy.
Anonymous
2nd Aug 2019 12:17pm
I'm still chuckling over the thought of the muse calling you names - Write that wonderful poem, Sillyhead.
