The Priest – A Poem

IMG_2053A language lost,
our souls do keep.
The guiding hand
of man too bleak.

One does ponder,
a thought divine.
To write them down
and calm our mind.

A common script,
to not forget.
A fact of fiction
our lives to bet.


Isaac Olajos

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