A trace of disgrace
from my head to my toes.
A taste of the place
where only evil flows.
When the world erupted
and emptied my soul
faith flooded in
and filled the hole.
All my confusion
was finally let go
as I threw up my hands
and gave God control.
My heart was co-opted
by its spiritual role
to place love upon sin
like water upon coal;
to extinguish delusion
in the world that I know
by giving to everyone
all my heart could bestow.
Erase all trace
of evil as it shows.
Grace upon grace
until the world overflows.
About the Creator
Mike A. Loyd
I have published one poetry book called Fully Human, am working on a second, and I have a few short stories. I also write reflective pieces on spirituality, morality, meaning, and life. My intent is to go deep into the human heart.
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