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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 of an Empress I battled me

The God that can grab it all away from me

Years went by until I realised it is me

Spirit and Sanity always there as ME

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 16:18

A fine expression of a fine idea, or ideal. Wonderful to see you still writing and sharing again.

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New Shoes

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 07:21

To be one, is in the knowing

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 21st Apr 2020 14:11

I particularly love 'stained glass hypocrisy' and 'angels in plain clothes'.
All together a fine piece. Well done.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 21st Apr 2020 14:02

Although not especially religious in the sense of any man-made variety, I always experience a sense of inner calm and hope for
something beyond this "mortal coil" which we each endure as "me"
when I visit old churches that seem to whisper their message of
consoling continuity down the ages within their lovingly created confines.

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