A Little Box of SinA Poem by Robert Francis Callacia sinful inquiryIn this box that we’re in Lightly sprinkled with sin Comes apart at the seams Like fairyland dreams It weighs not an ounce As it rolls with a bounce With hardly a sound It lands on the ground Causing doubt and confusion As it weaves its illusion Let us pray night and day let us pray Adam and Eve All clothed and aggrieved Full of shame and disgrace For what they’ve done to their race Tie the box with a rope Forsaking all hope They throw it downstream To be lost in a dream As it sinks in the mud It’s stained with their blood Let us pray night and day let us pray Whirlwinds, trickster jinn’s Pastel lights, Godless nights Time begin, time begun The string is cut, the rope undone Crucifixion, benediction Nightmare feast, waiting beast Adoration, supplication Surrender to heaven- be captured in hell In this box that we’re in Lightly sprinkled with sin Let us pray night and day let us pray
© 2009 Robert Francis CallaciAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 30, 2009 AuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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