January 2016.

A Plea

Rosary of wooden bead-buds,
faith-chain, hope-garland,
love's portable abacus
by which I tabulate
God's countless mercies,
hear my plea, my prayer:
make serene my seething soul,
gentle my base-blooded heart,
that unpredictable volcano
bubbling and fuming with sins:
sluggish lust, blistering wrath,
hot resentment, diabolic pride.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-06-07 at 09:36

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
We all need absolution for such things. Wonderfully expressed Thomas.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Strong stuff! You're going to have to work those beads pretty hard.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
How we all have fought our sins! This is graphic and powerful.