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Earth's Cleansing and Rebirth

Bleeding on paper Sometimes it just needs to get out, to be written, to bleed onto paper. This poem bled onto paper after a vivid dream!

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I feel myself wavering

caught in a tug of war

a battle of wits

a score to settle all scores

In the beginning of a world war

I know what is in store

my human heart trembles

my spirit body says

do not be afraid

do not fear

though the end is near

Here is not Here

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let my fingers do your bidding

let my words write to inform

this world is bendable

this world is under form

formation new

formation old

toss it out

like toxic mold

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we can not be ready

we can not prepare


not here

not there

not anywhere

I cry, I pray

I beg and plead

why must so many bleed


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Then I hear a voice say

I'm sorry it must happen this way


For things to be new

on heaven and earth

there first must come

cleansing and rebirth

In one final, fighting shudder

my eyes grow heavy

I drift in slumber


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Comments

whonunuwho from United States on December 03, 2015:

This was welldone my friend. whonu

Ashly Christen (author) from Illinois on December 03, 2015:

Thank you very much Shryon and Jodah!

These things that happen and have been happening are just so hard to wrap our minds around. its senseless, the hatred and fear and so heartbreaking. Writing helps ease my emotions about it for sure. Thanks for the R&R!

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on December 03, 2015:

Beautiful poem Ashly, your poetry puts visions in one's head.

I am with John (Jodah) on the image choices.

Blessings

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 02, 2015:

I love this very poignant poem Ashly. The world is in a mess at the moment through things like war, terrorism, devastating earthquakes, tornadoes, flood, fire and other natural disasters, man's inhumanity to man. Sometimes you think something has to happen to cleanse all this away and start again. I wrote a poem called "The Flood" a long time ago about God sending down another flood to "cleans the world of hate". Very well done with this one. Have a great day. P.s. Love your choice of images

Ashly Christen (author) from Illinois on November 20, 2015:

thank you leespee!

LeeSpee on November 19, 2015:

This is hauntingly beautiful.

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