Ishaisms, Poetry, Soul

Hallowed Ground

Don’t tread on the hallowed ground of my sins

with those holier-than-thou feet,

There is a spell to protect and keep

sinners like you from its boundaries.

I’d never cloaked myself in sanctity,

was brave enough to brave your serpentine acrimony;

had consecrated each divinely intoxicating memory,

purging my soul of every human profanity…

Now the angels descend to take me to a paradise,

as this holy earth fills with hypocritical cries;

and I leave this hallowed ground in peaceful strife

by sweet, sweet, sweet love, purified…

© Isha Garg

27 thoughts on “Hallowed Ground”

    1. I’m deeply saddened to hear that dear Walt! Please take care of yourself.
      I’m well, thank you, work keeps me off WordPress these days. I will be emailing you shortly.
      All my love. 💛

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