Fay Slimm

Rookie - 33 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

The Climb - Poem by Fay Slimm

Still hearts know no fret
Nor do they feel remorse.
For peace to reign as King hearts yet
Must learn again the Kingly course
Of tranquil thought, which precedes love.
This only will the spirit move.


Warm hearts need not fear
When cares beset each day.
This earthly cloy would hold us near
To stressful Self, thus turn to clay
And push away the heartfelt joy
Our higher spirit could employ.


Strong hearts feel no guilt,
As those who still resent.
Resort to blame by gallows built
In mem'ries name, with judgement's
Aim to harm, defame - this must bespeak
A spirit growing sick and weak.


Light hearts are never sad,
Nor mourn for what has been.
They favour good, forgiving bad.
The fallen state they thus redeem
And letting go at last they find
The climb that leaves all death behind.

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  • Rookie Ivor Hogg (9/17/2008 11:05:00 AM)

    A statement of faith and a good one (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, October 6, 2008


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