Mary had her spent life lavishly;
she had lived it so hard and fast.
She met a man in the marketplace
Who told her all about her past.
She stared into His eyes in dismay;
as He spoke, ' Mary start anew.'
Ran to tell her friends and family,
'It's exactly what I shall do.'
Mary had a sister Lilah who
had lived her life differently.
Mary spent her live in deviltry
Lilah a temple devotee.
Mary knew He was the Messiah
Lilah said she'd never believe.
Sisters once woven as one clothe
torn apart; began to unweave.
Lilah held to words men had spoken;
Mary those that Messiah spoke.
One continued on in liberty,
the other bowed beneath mans yoke.
Thus is the tale of two sisters who;
are today divided by love.
One follows the words of earthly men;
one follows, The One from above.
10/12/13 c.d.m.
Seems so sad how the once woven threads of two sisters fabric could unravel...I very much find myself falling into your poetry...also enjoyed the honesty of your bio. I will explore your work further, and invite you to venture into mine. PEACE
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Seems so sad how the once woven threads of two sisters fabric could unravel...I very much find myself falling into your poetry...also enjoyed the honesty of your bio. I will explore your work further, and invite you to venture into mine. PEACE