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.
2018-06-09


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Strong stuff! You're going to have to work those beads pretty hard.
2018-06-07


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
How we all have fought our sins! This is graphic and powerful.
Ashe
2018-06-07