Refresh The Soul
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Refresh The Soul


A poem

All decays into despair and death,
even the hopeful ones fall prey to the final breath.
Flowers fade and their leaves wither.
Trees grow old and rot.

What hope awaits me?
None that I can see or feel.

Except a foolish hope,
a splinter of resurrection in reality,
a crack in the dark mirror of the abyss.

All will fall.
All, God-willing, will be made new.



Come in. Stay awhile. Enjoy the refreshment to your soul. We hope you read with your heart and soul leaving refreshed and nourished.

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Jonny Masters

I write eclectically, including poetry and stories with themes such as pets, tourism, humour and politics. I also write about being Christian and gay.