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Redemption

Cries in wilds of the heart,
of utter despair and disillusionment
with a world wrapped up in monetary aims
that be still the reality of finance before favor

The price-tag of love knows no bounds,
and yet the persistence of hard-earned money
crept narrowly into the horizon
and I needed to walk away.

Held in my arms was my hope for a brighter morning,
through the dark and lonely nights when only he and I

felt the solitude and fear
that lives in the darkness of our souls.

Turned away for a sense of help
by the very establishment that should care
to heal the wounded and make well the sick
and weak creatures that only know love.

Tired and haggard were my feet as I carried
not a burden, but a reality under a blanket of warm comfort
in the cold hard streets of the inner city
that calls my name in the distance.

And through it all, he remained my goal
for in him was all the world's courage and dignity
packaged in a small and furry being that only lived
to be held and adored as I do.

There is no justice, no fairness through the bias
that fulfills its mission in gold coins and green paper
that is exchanged for power in the cash registers
of worth and worthlessness.

And in the twilight as the sun glimmered through the dusty curtains,
I saw a ray of light
that came from heaven and touched our side
and there was redemption.

And a sense of calm filtered through the chaos
and warmed our souls
and smiled upon our lives
and we knew it was from the angels
who live on clouds...watching from above..
She spoke the words, "Redemption."

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