The teenage mother
Sits in her chair
In an old apartment
That she rented from
As she sits with a child
In her arms,
Breastfeeding her six-month-old
Son as he sucks on her nipple.
She gives a heavy sigh,
For she had sinned
For she had been so stupid
To fall in love with a man
Who cares for nothing in this world,
And she had willingly given
Her virginity to him,
And bareback like a snakehead
Or a parasite did he infect her,
Cursing her forevermore.
She thought they would
Raise a family together,
Get married and be true parents,
But he left her,
And sorrow, regret, and guilt filled her heart.
The teen loved her son very much,
But her fiancé broke
Her very heart.
She takes care of her son,
And she struggles to get by,
Especially with the welfare she receives,
And the child support she gets
From her son’s deadbeat father,
The truant of all.
Sorrow and regret fill her heart,
For she mortally sinned,
And she knew no consolation,
For her family ostracised her.
But one night,
When she was losing hope,
An angel appeared before her,
And told her not to worry.
For there is One who loves you!
He will be by your side always.
Upon hearing this,
The mother’s heart was filled with joy,
For redemption came her way,
And forgiveness cleansed her soul.
She sang unto the heavens.
The criminal sat in his prison cell,
Tears running down his face;
He had wronged many people,
For he was a thief, a lecher,
A larcenist, an arsonist, a vandal,
A felon, a kidnapper, a rapist,
A paedophile, a sadist, and a murderer.
Whenever some prisoner tried
To give him a hard time,
He was reticent,
For taciturnity was the
Only way the zek could survive.
He faced trachles every day,
Resulting in minkles of
Forty years he had been there,
And his heart softened during that time.
Guilt, shame, and remorse
Filled his heart as he
Forlornly stared at the wall,
Remembering every man he murdered,
Every woman he raped, maimed, and slaughtered,
Every child he incarcerated
Into his own captivity,
Every clandestine operation he underwent,
Every pristine cover-up he performed;
Every house he burned,
Every piece of property he stole,
And every innocent life he took.
He mourned all of their losses,
And he felt no hope.
But then a light appeared before him,
As he was blinded by it.
And it spoke,
Telling him everything was all right;
There was still hope,
For anything was possible.
He then felt his heart beat faster,
And a large smile came to his face,
And he screamed loudly and gleefully;
He jumped up and down again and again.
He felt the happiest moment of his life
Resound in his soul.
The vagabond had his head in his lap,
As he struggled to stay warm
In the cold city streets.
His skin was oily,
His hair was gnarly and greasy,
His body reeked of BO,
And his skin was covered in dirt.
Germs covered his skin,
He had acne on his face,
Boils on his torso,
Shingles on his shins,
Chicken pox on his arms,
Leprosy in his nerves,
Warts on his hands and feet,
Pink-eye in one eye,
Sealing it shut,
Gingivitis and scurvy in his mouth,
Athlete’s foot on his left foot,
And herpes near his genitalia.
He was hungry—
In so much pain.
He had no way to get by,
And life was limited for him.
He could only live so much longer.
Then a light appeared before him,
And it blinded him all at once.
Then he felt a hand on his forehead,
And the leprosy was gone;
The acne burst on his face;
The warts shrunk down to size;
The boils exploded,
Pus travelling everywhere;
The sores around his penis
And testes sealing shut;
His gums grew tighter;
His teeth grew whiter;
Vading into nothingness;
Shingles popped on his shins;
His foot itched no more;
His sight restored;
His hair untangled and soft;
His skin fresh and smooth;
His body smelling of honey.
The light disappeared,
And bread and water were before him,
And a rich man saw him
And took the vagabond in.
The vagabond smiled to the heavens.
The alcoholic was drinking again,
Her forty-ninth day drunk.
Depression had taken a toll on her,
After her husband of two years’ marriage
Died in a car accident,
Her mother and father died of old age,
And her sister was murdered in a mugging.
She lost everything,
And she drinks it all away
To forget what happened,
For the Bottle was her best friend,
Her only friend who would understand
And help her forget.
She didn’t want to think,
To see the light of day,
To let alone live.
She wanted to die,
So she could be with
Her loved ones,
Whom she missed so much.
Yet a light appeared before her,
And she thought it a drunken hallucination,
So he scoffed.
But the light spoke to her,
Told her not to worry,
For there was One who loved her.
She passed out and awoke with joy in her heart.
The reason why these people
Rejoiced so much was
Because God loved them all,
And He never stopped loving them.
He gave them a second chance,
And they rejoiced at His forgiveness.
For it was the greatest thing in the world.
God love you, too,
And don’t ever forget that.
He is always willing to forgive you,
If you’re willing to repent
And forgive yourself,
For He will welcome you with open arms.
So, go to Him,
And experience His interminable adoration.
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