Poem -

Stain Layed

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

M ~

 

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Lorna

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 tranquility 
really made me think
Lorna xx

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Marion

The gods and I are at loggerheads these days Lorna but you know, I love churches and chapels and cathedrals 
they do seem to be imbued with an atmosphere of...something...thankyou my friend xx

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John Prophet

Beautiful write Marion. Religion I think is simply a crutch we use to brace ourselves against the gales of life.
John

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Marion

I think you are right John yet I envy those who are sure in their beliefs
the search for answers is exhausting 
Thankyou my friend x

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Neville

Oh' how I have missed thee Marion x 

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Marion

Aw...shucks...it's good to be missed 😊🤩💕

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Mark Olcott

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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Marion

Thankyou so much for reading Mark...means a lot x

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