XXVIII - Pray Not Reduce Me...Pray! by Austin Halling-RowePray not reduce me to this state--I cannot!
Ask that I would scrape the black and rotted
Barges that sweep doomed souls across the Styx;
Ask that I would care for lepers 'till I myself decay;
Ask that I would gather tides of men,
And charge hell's legion for your name;
Demote my soul to that of the careless
Bottom mole to eat worms in darkness' den.
I, your adorer, would do all these but one.
Forgive my state, my doom, my hate,
For your wish-commit me to such fate.
Dearest, ask me not!
For my love outstretched cannot pretend,
Nor my esteem endure, to be but friend. 12/24/2010 Posted on 12/25/2010 Copyright © 2024 Austin Halling-Rowe
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Posted by A. Paige White on 12/25/10 at 08:46 PM Oh, wow. The title on this drew me in, in astonishment after my spiritual adviser suggested I read your title's page number for my peace of mind. The first six lines are awesome and shot like an arrow into my heart after reading XXVIII. I'm not sure I understood the meaning of the lines after six but it sure gives me pause to ponder. Thank you. |
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