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Are We Real?

If not for Heaven’s sake, this life of ours,
nor to reincarnate for earlier flaws,
Then what is our purpose in this test?

To work and toil to correct the wrongs –
which wouldn’t be without our throngs?
without our presence comes no protest?

That we should comfort the sick and feed the poor –
clothe the homeless and pity the whore –
hold the hand of lonely he – whose
brightest moment lacks prosperity?

I ask you lord, in my miniscule role –
as one who is asked to supply the dole –
To care for others continuously –
in the face of no reason to be?

For this grueling field is set by you –
the misery, the carnage, the bally-hoo…
our own eyes spectators at best…

Yet we are asked to cure the plight –
of others who under your own might
would never exist in such unrest.

And so dear lord I must pray to thee,
if you are god of love and not misery –
to bring them all into your home –
accepted into Heaven’s womb –
and end this test of good and wrong –
give us rest unto angelic song –
For my shoulders weary, never strong,
or this be hell,  forever long.
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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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Little Sins

Ever in life do we find –
the glory, the strife,
– and never mind…

Infants we come – innocence –
trapped in Satan’s sinful flesh –
– born into time.

We hear the tick, we hear the tock,
slowly lose love – watching the clock –
our lives benign.

We watch the things of evil’s way,
accept them all as child’s play –
living blind.

We see the murderous throes of he,
whose sinful acts bring misery –
and think he is most obviously –
of evil kind.

And so throw our stones into he –
always believing autonomy –
should separate virtuous we –
from his kind.

Then we move about our imaginative life,
seeing less glory and more imminent strife –
in all we find.

Still there’s death, with every breath,
and evil lives across worlds breadth –
even of our kind.

For after our stones are thrown –
and lesser evils be known –
we find ourselves within –
forging mountains of sin –
For justice will find that murdering man
and bring to light his murdering plan –
And so it shall do to we.

And yay, though we murdered not –
or cursed or robbed dear Camelot –
our lives have certainly lost –
innocence – at dear soul cost.

For hating he who caused the harm,
is enough to ring heav’ns alarm –
and in the last it is we who’ll see –
the bowels of hell for eternity….

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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