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For one moment of belief
I have bled
Forgetting all the oaths of foolish youth
I fall here
Before the crown of thorns
Till something new is born

Make of me a thief
Full of dread
Clinging to this mountain-face
So sheer
All that I’ve foresworn
Till something new is born

Honesty is grief
I am shed
Of clothing of a wilful child alone
Do you hear?
I come to pray, not to mourn
Till something new is born

( c) Helen Valentina 2018

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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5 Responses to Belief

  1. landl30 says:

    Thoughtful and reflective Helen, well done.
    Len Freeman

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