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Crises, Trauma, Intrigue,

You have got to
release the world;
you have got to
release people,
crises, trauma,
intrigue, all of it.

There has to be
sometime in your
day where you
just let it all go.

All the tragedies
of the world,
the heartbreaks,
the latest shooting,
earthquake,
disease Corona;
the soul was
never meant
to endure this.


The soul was
never meant
to inhabit a world
like this.

It is too much.
Your soul is finite
You cannot carry
the sorrows of
the world.

Only God can
do that.
Only He is infinite.
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: infinity,God,trauma,suffering,disease
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