Is this life all fire and brimstone?
How crudely my heart is chipped-away
Imprisoned elaborately, carved like bone.
Lord, is my poor soul, its stowaway?
Does it form some, sort of Fabergé egg?
Shaped by all these torments of hell
Most of my life has been statuesque
Lord, who will finally break its shell
… All our prayers with you & yours.
© Mark Andrew Heathcote
Excerpt from the book “In Perpetuity”
About the Author
Mr. Mark Andrew Heathcote has been happily honing his writing skills for many years perfecting his poetry and sharing it on-line, through on-line poetry forums. He feels this book is the next best step in his creative endeavors.
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