Is there no salvation for a godless soul such as mine?
Weeping in silence with no faith to save me.
Ah, though I am godless I can feel the warmth of the earth and feel the love of the sky.
Salvation is close; it is achieved by mine own hands.
Work, hands.
Work and reach that place of comfort and peace.
lovely poem
Thank you very much 🙂
welcome
This is great. It made me stop and think for a few minutes after reading it. Nice work ☺
Why, thank you kindly good sir! (I feel southern for some reason right now hahaha)
No problem, milady! 😄
Nothing wrong with that, although being “southern” will have different
…connotations for me! 😉
Hahahaha!