Your words
Are like muesli
To the lips
Of shivering
Earthquake victims.
Your actions,
The pure faith
Of a tranquilised
Church organ player,
All passion
And trembling
Christ thoughts.
Your history
Is a myriad
Of slightly chipped
Gravestones
From an old story cemetery,
All dust yellow memoirs
And lickety-spilts.
Your church
Is a troubling place.
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July 28, 2011 at 2:40 am
Very nice post today thanks. I really enjoyed it. See you around!
July 28, 2011 at 7:05 pm
You are truly an amazing writer, never do you cease to impress
July 28, 2011 at 11:27 pm
Wow. Thanks. Thats made me smile. I love that you’re enjoying my stuff.
July 29, 2011 at 2:58 pm
Amen
August 4, 2011 at 12:08 pm
Dennis Carter says:
I love the mordant sarcasm of your imagery, particularly the chipped gravestone one.
August 4, 2011 at 10:11 pm
And I loved that you loved it…
August 28, 2011 at 1:27 am
how interesting…