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Reflecting on Jesus, a Poet can hear His wordless forgiveness.

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He whispers within me,
        wordlessly—
drawing dark pictures with the eyes.

His portrait I will later recognize,
though now I pray here—
        thoughtlessly.

And all this time I’ve bottled up—
        restlessly,
and more than that I’ve shut my eyes,

and thrown up an indescribable disguise,
so I can continue continuing—
        happily.

He never mentions my mean
        mentality.
Though his words reveal he knows my demise—

and in a deep breath I release my lies,
while He goes onward—
        wordlessly.



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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"