the rain falls
fat tears
from the unblinking
eye of eternity
to wash the land
in lackadaisical
lamentations
when i was younger
the spectacle of the church
sang to me
the pulpit
the stained glass refractions
imbued with golden light
casting harsh shadows
as i knelt
in supplication
before her holiest altar
the words
of the good book
rang false
in the face of splendor
i’ve never been
a religious man
but i was taught
to worship
to revel in her genesis
with open heart
stained in terminal devotion
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Lovely how you capture how you were a wayward leaf falling from a tall tree, destined to go your own way, yet appreciative of the scintillating light reaching through the stained glass.
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I love the honesty of people who had religious experience growing up. It is very captivating
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Me too. I was raised pretty much agnostic/atheist. Faith is beautiful, yet for me, incorporeal thing.
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You are on an excellent writing plane
So
Damn
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Dang.
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Lol
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Hahaha
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You have much gentler expletives than I do
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