I stop by
god's house
on the way to a grave
I find not a god
but fine windows
stain layed
and though I expect
that a god
I'll not see
perchance gods
are here in
this stained light
with me
Hello Marion,
I really enjoyed this, that reflective coloured glass can be really quite tranquil, I sometimes wonder if that's where we find God, in the presence of peace and tranquilityÂ
really made me think
Lorna xx
The gods and I are at loggerheads these days Lorna but you know, I love churches and chapels and cathedralsÂ
they do seem to be imbued with an atmosphere of...something...thankyou my friend xx
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Hello Marion,
I really enjoyed this, that reflective coloured glass can be really quite tranquil, I sometimes wonder if that's where we find God, in the presence of peace and tranquilityÂ
really made me think
Lorna xx
The gods and I are at loggerheads these days Lorna but you know, I love churches and chapels and cathedralsÂ
they do seem to be imbued with an atmosphere of...something...thankyou my friend xx
Beautiful write Marion. Religion I think is simply a crutch we use to brace ourselves against the gales of life.
John
I think you are right John yet I envy those who are sure in their beliefs
the search for answers is exhaustingÂ
Thankyou my friend x
Oh' how I have missed thee Marion xÂ
Aw...shucks...it's good to be missed đđ€©đ
and truly x
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i come here, to cosmo funnel, to find a poem to read new just now, i opened this one first, and only, this one is enough to get me through the day!
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Thankyou so much for reading Mark...means a lot x