Last supper
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind
Thanks for the dinner
Oh bread and whine
Happiness in the Last supper
what makes me fine?
Oh dear lord
What can I do for you
what could I afford?
I own only a few
No problem dear child
Your kindness fills my heart
You greetings mild
Give your smile why not?
Holy Christ I shall be in your light
What is your last word
I shall be in your sight
please let it be told
Dear you shall be saved, its my boon
pray for truth, Blessings will stay forever
Good bye, That's when he waved
That's not the end I'll be back soon
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swansona day ago in Pride
Comments (1)
This felt so profound. Loved your poem!