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Apostate's Song

Words, burning the flesh,
Trailing down, fiery and cold,
They take root.
Piercing, searing deep within,

Revolting, hateful,
The declaration of filth.
Laying waste to the soft landscape of a heart,
Once beloved.
Now vilified.
Treacherously uttered,
When spoken, cannot be restrained.
Animated, breathing, immortal.

The faces, once fair and bright,
Polluted by assumption,
Corrupted by accusation.
Blurred to the righteous masses.
Hardened, in the beholder’s eye
Masking the beam.

Dross, rejected by the fire,
Cast into the abyss.
Lost forever to the wasteland.
Freely falling, drifting,
Losing grip, holding on to emptiness
Landing, firmly on the unfamiliar ground.
Awakened to the unknown.
Pursuing sanctuary.

Eyes opened, widely viewing,
Others, cast from the fold.
From the ninety and nine,
Linked now in brotherhood,
Reaching, arms outstretched,
Bathed, not in darkness,
Rescued, instead,
By the warm embrace
Of peace.


tiny mosquito said...

I was happy to see this heart wrenching poem end on such a beautiful note. I too am grateful for the "brotherhood" of others. -Peace to you

Jacob's Favorite said...

So sweet, so bittersweet. This captures a lot of my emotion. Thank you for sharing your writings.

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We all want to belong somewhere, to someone. It is a basic human need.

If you have ever experienced a period of doubt or questioned your beliefs in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, you know that this is not a minor thing. It is tantamount to a crisis, and one that can be life altering.

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