Poor Souls Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Poor Souls
They are the poor souls
Dwelling in purgatory
Waiting for heaven's sake
For a prayer or two hundred
They see yet don't see
Blinded by fire's light
Cain's cane in frozen hand
Stumbling towards the Light
They hear yet don't hear
Silent prayers for health and safety
Guiding them to Heaven's ascent
Whispered day in and night out
They feel yet don't feel
Heart-felt love from kindred spirits
Blissfully lost in earth's paradise
Patiently and humanely waiting to reunite
Richard Wlodarski March 2016
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4/18/2024 3:35:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
They hear yet don't hear Silent prayers for health and safety.heaven's ascent, blissful, taste of paradise. thank u dear Richard.. thank u again. tony
Tony, you're very welcome. And thank you so much for your support and encouragement.