Chapter 17 of 73

Poem 16 : God's Ire

Of Scrolls & Scribbles104 words~1 min read

Instagram June-Challenge-1 Words Prompt '8-10 Line Poem On - Hope;Nature;God;Action;Pray' by @poetryworldservices

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Alike ink spills from scrolls rolled & shelved

rains the teary drops of hope once beheld;

For Nature nourishes us, but we depredate it

as our glorious conquers etch trails of bereft.

Alike blossoms wilting in gloom, kneels God

despairingly afront his loveliest creation;

vowing retribution for actions depraved and

vile, so upon beings befalls ire rousing rue;

alike ink from quill's tip, at last drips prayers

from quivering lips of salvaged consciences.

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