Saturday 25 November 2023

For Tink II


May the leeches leave you be, sweet girl.

When I’m granted the chance to spare some blood,

I’ll give you all I can.

The Devil is cruel, can take so much,

but not the love we have for you.


There’s a path, there’s always a path,

on which His sandals echo, still,

and His hands extend.  


May Christ forgive your crucifiers, I guess,

and keep you safe

and pardon my rage.

We recall that long before the world could hate on us,

it hated Him.




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