redemption, my love. redemption
is where this ends. where there is nothing
left to give, nothing left to gain, when
the soul is completely empty of all and everything
has gone out of it, when i am naked and all alone,
so very very alone with no one around to say it to me
when i am at that place, love,
i still choose you.
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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