About poetic justice and God.
Poetic justice is never given –
It is earned through the virtues we fight to retain
and the beliefs we try to honor.
For, God never acts through empty vessels
nor through shallow souls.
Through mortal instruments
that which is holy
is born.
Holy be justice
I reprise in joy.
And thus,
I repent in silence.
Believing though,
I shall do so in noise.
Moving as far as that holy path will take me.
Only then, can God live within me.
His graceful touch I receive in tears of happiness,
in serenity I breathe and hope.
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
