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Someone Else’s Religion Maybe

Someone Else’s Religion Maybe

Dear father pray, what is this thing
they now call religion ………………….
……………………………………………...
and from where does it come ………...
………………………………………………
From darkness my son and from the
fear of it and what once was hid within
 ……………………………………………..
 Why then are they frightened now …..
 ……………………………………………….
 Because they, my son …………………..
 chose not to read between the lines
………………………………………………..

 

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Gwendoline

Fab my friend. Have you ever watched any of santos bonacci and his work on astrotheology? wow does he know how to read between the lines. Your poem made me think of him today. Many thanks for this intuitive write 
Gwen x 

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Neville

Thank you Gwen .. I appreciate those words & yes some .. and I do agree .. he most certainly does ... x

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Marion

Clever and more to the point for me...irreverent, just how I like it on the days I don't believe in...you know....HIM🤫
which is mostly every day bar Wednesday these days 🙂🙂 x

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Neville

I gotta thing about Wednesdays too don't cha know .. Oh' n thanks a bundle for stopping by Marion 🙂 x

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