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Sorrowed Souls In Limbo
By
Richard Haesche
So many sorrowed souls within my reach,
Yet none that I can ever hope to touch.
No memory will serve me as a crutch
Till endless eons pass to fill the breach.
No sentence yet have we in our confine,
Nor yet reprieving thoughts can bright our view
There, Heav’ns gates look down at brimstone’s hue
While in between we wait in calm supine.
This anxious time may be a million years
While souls in wraps are taken under tow
But here are we without a place to go
In Limbo where we wait with dried up tears.
Definately interesting...though I must say that at times the prospect of limbo seems even more depressing than hell...perhaps in the afterlife time isn't measured and so, flies faster...Guess I'll have my answer someday Good Work! - Essie =)