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[magpie]

She knows she wasn’t saintly,
Though, praise God, she walks the gold
Streets of heaven’s domain,
Still she feels the cold

Torment of imperfection
In her heart when she compares
Her lesser state of blessedness
Compared to others there.

“What then,” she says to Peter,
“Is there then no chance for me
To improve myself anymore,
Bound eternally

To remain unperfected
In this perfect place?
Surely God aspires for me,
Surely God has grace

Enough to set me free from here -
What good’s eternity
If I must remain imperfect?
Surely this can’t be!

So stand aside Peter,
And let me out the gate.
I’m off to find some good to do
And thus improve my fate.”

As she quit the holy city
Determined, unforlorn,
Somewhere down on planet Earth
Another child was born.

[DavidMc]

Beautifully expressed Magpie ... thanks for sharing

David

[shell]

I think this could do with a tiny bit of tweaking to be stunning .. the rhythmic message is amazing! Who knows when each soul will find/reach perfection but the point of it all, in my view, is to find a path - or several - to head that way ... lovely writing!

[magpie]

Thanks David, Shell. Wrote this one quickly for an add-a-poem thread the day before and haven't edited it so it could do with some work, yes.

[anirbas]

A blessing and an honor to read your excellent writing once more, Mags.
Stellar work, as always. Sabrina.

[magpie]

Thanks lovey!

[amycando]

Marianne,

[Sam]

I love it!!! I must say I had a goose bump or two raise on the old arms!!!!

Thanks,

Sam

[magpie]

Thanks cutiepie Amy for the round of applause! And thank you too Sam! I'm glad you all liked it.