Melancholic Epistle

A Melancholic Epistle

I don’t know why I am writing this epistle. My being is plagued with the sadness of the heart. Stones weep and pillars cry. Emotion is like a knife piercing the artery. My family has become a cold shoulder. Nature itself speaks the solitude of sadness. Winter has settled in the body. Angst after angst, when will the captain of my ship give me a burden that I can bear. Fortune has hit the flesh and has battered and bruised it. I am Job’s shadow personality. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Can I have the doors of a window to help me? Can I have the patience to bear my sorrow? When will I be rid of doubt? When will Grace and Mercy be a part of my heart? When will all prayers be answered? When will my marrow of doubt and indecision be removed? Commonsense is rude jester playing a cruel joke. I am worrying about being helpless. When will life be smooth for me? Faith, redeem me into your oasis. Yes I live with the hope that tomorrow will be a better day. The junk of daylight cripples me. The tatterdemalion of night stands as my obstruction. Eternity with God, don’t be curfew of the darkest night. Philosophies of the world offer me no solace. Sometimes I doubt about my worldview. When can I live without being sad? When will hope live its fondest dream in me? When will character recognize the art in me? When can I understand the esoteric mystery of heaven? Oh God, grant me the solitude to take one day at a time. Teach me your patience and your virtues. Oh God Jehovah Jesus let worry not plague my life in the days to come. Be easy on my heart. Cheer my heart with a new horizon of faith away from the dark clouds of skepticism. Though know my being perfectly, the inner man in me. Make me and mould me according to your will. Drain my angst out of my shrunken body. Freeze my daylight worries. Shrink my fear of being alone in a desolate night. Dear God Jehovah Jesus, let me wake up with a new heart.

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Letter for Grace

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Darling, hope this letter finds you in the tidings of love and passion. How much my darling Grace, I long for you. My body is frozen into ice. How watch I your eyes twinkle. You give me odes of joy. Passion flows in the soul for you. I watch the days go by without you and they make me sad. Yes, my darling I long to come to Ghana. I long to melody your body and cradle it with passionate love. The hymn of passion is on my lips. The joy of being with you forever is a sweet passion for me. Your lips are sweet manna. Your body is a jewel of gold. Your feet the silver of Lebanon. Your feet the fruit of Eden. How I love to think of the feeling of making love to you. Your body is the song of poetry a full moon of adoration. My nights are lonely and cold without you. My days are endless like dust. You my darling Grace are the sweet poetry of my temptation. How much I love you my darling Grace.

Letter to a Lover

Dearest Darling Honey, how was your day darling. Well I woke early in the morn had coffee and meditated upon dawn. I hope your day went off well. Honey, I miss you so much. Beloved, I long to make sweet love to you. The nights we spent in Kuala Lumpur were so erotic, so tender, so passionate. Darling honey, I miss you so much. Passion vibrates from the heart. Your body is a musical fountain. I long to drink your passionate orifices. I long for you so much. We have been in love for so many years. Our souls, our bodies, long for each other. Sweet is your tender love. Love has been music, an emotional bonding between us. Passion lives in the heart. Let me melt your lips with sweet kisses. Let me embrace you with loving passion. Let me make love to you like erotic music. I long to be with you in Kuala Lumpur. My nights are so cold without you. Your breasts are an art, warm soaking melons. Your nipples are oodles of sweet affection. How I love fondling your pussy hair ….inserting my tongue deep into your crevices and orgasming you to lyric of poetry.

 

Epistle

God! Do you have to be virtuous and so pious? Why make me feel ashamed with the concept of sin? What good is life if life on earth is a misery? I become repentant, yet you are not kind to me. Why mock at me with goodness? Why can’t you tolerate my inequities? Why can’t you grace my fortunes? I am not the nails that have crucified you. I am not the hands that have been washed in public proclaiming that you are innocent. I did not betray you with thirty pieces of silver. I have not liked the wife you adorned me with. When you say that: I am the way: truth and the life: it makes no sense. I have searched my within and found an abyss of angst. David committed adultery and yet you forgave him. Since 2013, I have been living with a bitch of a wife in a rut. Lord why don’t you feel pity for me? Is there room in your heart for the fruit tender kindness? Have you forsaken me forever to live in my misery? God, I am heartbroken, weary and tired with the ways of men and with you. Solace is an existential worm.