Limbo
©3-10-2023, Olan L. Smith
Down into deepest depths of darkness
A sinner found himself in holiest harmony.
Heaven unbends the matters of discontent,
Disgruntled souls lose their own mind.
It's not a path for mortals; it's a new world
Where restarts are justice's salvation. Erased
In the pit of paltriness, irrelevance is a heavy
Burden to bear, an interim before purgatory
Ends, and rectitude earned. Here boils God's stew
Prearranged, rivers of time are meaningless.
To a soul He removes the sins of humans. Come,
The new heaven and new earth awaits the cleansed.
A.N. The above painting is a closeup of the eye of my self-portrait, painted in 2018, acrylic on canvas.
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