SP ( / South Africa)

Son Of Mary

Crimson drops adorn your precious brow
Yet no frown mars the gentle look
That saves my tortured soul

Wounds pierce your precious palms
Yet your touch calms
My aching heart
And makes me part
With doom and gloom

And Your Pain
Your Pain
Restores my being
Again

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Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

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i love son of mary and i love ur words! wonderfully done! hats off to u!