Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Paradise Lost

Paradise lost (not by me,
but by one whose feet had never trod
thorn strewn paths of this bitter world)
for me.

Agony suffered (not by me,
But by one whose heart had never known
the inward cruelty which is its own reward)
for me.

Hands pierced (not mine,
but ones never lifted in greed or selfish rage,
only raised to give life and healing and peace)
by me.

Hope gained (not earned,
but given by one who surrendered all
to defy the cold, cruel sting of death)
for me.

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