Prague

Weaving into narrow dark ancient lanes

Through a corridor of walls all the same

Towards a forest of iron columns

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Sunlight sparkles from a mirror of slate

Roof tiles extend into extended space

Overhead silent stands a clock tower.

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Relentlessly, the hands move slowly forward

No forgiveness shown towards the fallen

Here is the chosen goblet of Golgotha.

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Caught in a tragedy with no escape

Held captive in my forlorn despair

I cry for heavens divine direction.

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I wander the street looking for a sign

An indication of all that I need

To dwell in the shelter of redemption.

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Written for Poetry Jam

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