About the Soul

The smell of candle wax is
scented by the guilt of flock;
with their chafed knees,
starving for redemption
in each supplication to
the human being in the box

It is never by guilt that they
shall experience redemption
According to them that live
in the box, we are are born
tainted, forgetting that each
newly birthed soul was delivered
from the hands of God himself;
yet the flock are drowning in
twisted contradictions that
keep them endless on their
knees, performing rote contritions.

Joyless is the soul that
believes that it was birthed
as being perpetually stained;
for the soul was born to
experience love through the
soul, not in spite of it.

© Brenda-Lee Ranta 2019

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