Seven Pounds Poem by Robert L. Bixler III

Seven Pounds



Seven pounds of my soul cries for such salvation,
To give all of myself and turn disaster into redemption.
What would appear as apparent, calculated self destruction
Feints the obvious undertones of beautiful creation.

Where as the weaker heart would decay and crumble
Under the tragedy of such loss and total despair.
I pray that my own heart remain to itself completely humble,
And guide my waivering virtue towards heavenly repair.

With pious resolution, the flagellant wields God’s chastisement
As I pray I could, with zealous fervor, give completely.
My soul cries, my mind weeps and my body yields complete lament
As I ponder if I have the strength to change from sinful to saintly
In such a selfless manner that all that I cherished, and blasphemed,
Is returned to those unjustly deprived of all they could have dreamed.

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