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Reforming Clay
I felt like a clay pot
once from the earth
Born with spirit, soul cropped
The owners; my guardians, held me
They allowed me to be used
for my true purposes,
not as a pot but a holder of life;
Extraordinary.
Later, others wanted me to be a pot for use
To look and act like other pots
Or my uniqueness challenged their sameness
So I became like them, soul lost.
...Sunday 28th February 2021 8:16 pm
spirit and sanity
Since I cannot sense a name for God
power will stutter out of my mouth
In the old days it was the Village Church
Rich with Stain Glass Hypocrisy and Sin
In the middle it was a wasteland, dead
Then I saw God and everything changed
Spirit stood on my shoulder and held me
Angels came in plain clothes to erase me
No-one left even though I tried to kill me
In the attire ...
Tuesday 21st April 2020 1:37 pm
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