Friday, February 18, 2022

A 17th CENTURY POEM by Nina Naomi

 


 A darkness falls upon her breast.

Her memories hence reprise.

How sweet when vanished from her view.

they fill her soul with sighs.

That flesh she treasures silent kept.

"There's nothing there," once said.

But love is there and that's enough. 

inside Her pierced heart bled. 

no haven left, time's weight at risk. 

her mind askew, she's sure.

It was her keenest earthly woe,

Their faith to be impure. 

now turns from her with words unkind

And little knows her fears,

That their one life should rend in two.

swift leaves her to her tears. 

She cries in secret crouched and sore

Till she can cry no more.

then lo! her instinct leads her to

A brave determined shore. 

Unmixed with caution or with doubt,

she will confront the sin,

To tell it so that eyes can see

That they can new begin. 

they have and now the years have passed

And yet she makes this plea:

"When memories like deep waves persist,

Dear God from these save me!"   

by nina naomi  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 










 

 

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