Olive Branch
Pardon may me not my Heart the whole
flesh is watching every edges of
unforgotten mistake, laying the sinfulness
of being one with the race
genre of the physical need, invite the
genes to unbearable sweat, failure to hear
the heed to stop brings my total mind to
stumble in your midst my Lord
knee that cry, eyes that feel, hands that full
and unmindful rejection of your wisdom to
your call, budge me in the bosom of your
heart always leads me to where I should
take my rest
the whole body mixed with pleasure that
which veneer the truth of genuine change,
blinded the spill of sincerity of the soul,
forgive me not to my punishment
pardon my disrespect Lord God, incarcerate
my body to be burn and live my spirit in
your most high, and oil my head of atonement
of my sin, until I die
oh olive oil of God, wings my journey …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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