Chaucerian Septets

Ancient Rituals Cleanse My Soul
By Linda Foxworth (A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

My perfect soul with many afflictions
Has been bathed in sacred waters, made clean and bright
I await an amazing resurrection
Some things just seem so right
Dance of the dead is done tonight
My skin so wrikled, my heart so bland
Sin drips from my hand.



Trapped in Our Destiny
My mind is drifting with the snow
That melts into water's release
A temporary silence flows
And freezes again in time's crease
Some trespasses will not cease
With heads bent in fervent prayer
Hopes swirl like snowflakes in the air.

Colleen, Lawrence of Ukraine, Rabitsage, Lady Cheryl
TrazyRenee, Wyn, Ruggi, JT