Life is a preparatory bath
the longer you stay in
the more veteran wrinkles
you age gravity accumulate.
Yet the illuminating parable is
vigorous scrubbing is also required,
for the preparatory metaphorical cleansing;
of the apparently tainted, soiled, sinful, soul.
All personality garments worn thereafter
are those chosen carelessly, with impetuosity,
or meticulously prayerfully conscience chosen;
soul fed by all cumulative proceeding deeds.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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