Poetry

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Intricately guided avenues of the wind;
Yet still, we gripe;
How a leaf acts upon a ballet as it falls!
Yet still, we revolt;
The arcane waltz of a tree in a cloudburst;
Yet still, we baulk;
Enigmatic streaks of a multihued Covenant;
Yet still, we question;
Tinkling timbres of a firmament of doting Tears;
Yet still, we umbrage;
A baffling inverted replica in a droplet;
Yet still, we contradict;
Delicately intrigued waves of illustrious seas;
Yet still, we exploit;
A copious cosmos of riveting sparkling handiworks!
Yet still, we spurn;
Oh how novel every quill of a species is!
Yet still, we disparage;
What inevitable euphoric joy a tot’s laughter finds!
Yet still, we plague;
To us, each sound-wave primed with altruistic Fidelity;
Yet still, we deride;
To us, every snowflake ceaselessly carved with such exhaustive Ardour;
Yet still, we despotize;
For us, a Doted, Pristine Sanguine Fluid gushed amorously;
Yet still, we disbelieve;

My Monarch of all Pearls;
He wept and I shall divulge the erred doctrine;
LORD, LORD! Did Martha and Mary entitle;
Yet still, believe naught, they did;

For My Pearl, He prayed so;
“Father, I thank You that You have heard Me.
And I know that You always hear Me, but
because of the people standing by I said this,
That they may believe that You sent Me.”

“That they may believe that You sent Me”…
For even in the last…. Hour,
Believe naught, Martha and Mary did;
Deny He shall, all whom unwittingly disdain His Will;
And His will alone, for this, man’s all it is;

For us, a Beloved, a Monarch, a Firstborn was accursed;
Yet still… we ceaselessly slash our Kingdom’s heart callously;
For us, Repentance mourned, bleeding forgiveness on a tree;
Even so…. we sin diligently.

-Leah

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