It was laying in the long grass, somewhat useless and forlorn, and she hadn't even noticed that she'd lost the cross she'd worn.
In fact today she had felt lighter, with a new spring in her step, unaware a heavy burden had since fallen from her neck.
Now Jesus lay there in the grass, still nailed upon his cross, as she went about her business, lifted from some sense of loss.
She felt peaceful in the morning, as the new day did begin, instead of being nailed up with him, for some imaginary sin.
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Random Ramblings of Brandon Wolf
@Weirdwolf Heaven, paradise, whatever. In Hell we do whatever we want without concern! I'd rather do that :D
@Weirdwolf loreal? The shampoo? Lol might night you in the arse but no doubt you'd love it hehehe 😉😘
@CuriousCat I'm glad you liked the poem, lots of people probably won't through on ingrained sense of guilt. Weird huh?
@CuriousCat Thank you, I find sometimes, the depth oft thoughts, everything from alarming to zebra ;)
@Weirdwolf Your welcome, anytime! No worries - I'm used to typos. I once made a really, really embarrassing one.. x-x
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