Thursday, February 23, 2006


She was a harlot
with no shame
she spent her lot
and felt much pain
at last the little
became much
and she could no longer touch
the unseen treasures
that were hidden
from above
once uncovered
waiting to be loved
by the harlot
with no shame

(June 6, 2005 - 1:13 am)


Blogger Matthew Francis said...

This reminds me of St. Mary of Egypt...

1:29 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

I was thinking the same thing. Thanks for sharing you're talent Krista!

3:28 PM  
Blogger Krista said...

I think I'll say that I agree with that as well. My poetry often just writes itself :)

I Love to share! :)

10:58 PM  

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