The Savior’s Gift

The Savior’s Gift

If lewdness stirs the room to grin,
If jest is sharp with crude delight,
Let not such laughter mask the sin—
The tongue too quick to mock the right.

Let Christ be seen in every cry.
Words lift, they wound, they shape the face;
They should direct the heart on high—
For words can wound, or heal with grace.

The meek, not lewd, shall hold the earth,
While sin’s regret will surely rise.
The proud, the loud, shall flee in dearth,
And count the tears that fill their eyes.

Let words be shaped by Heaven’s gift,
And every word the soul uplift.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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