'good morning,' the reverend bellows 'what a lovely collection of idols we have gathered today' they're a spectacle of a scatter plot on the pews
the bronzed hypocrisy of saved men sitting still, saints on the neutral ground of benches is an inconsistency i'll struggle to reconcile with the jacob's ladders of rough-hewn grace swooping in on souls or spirits which have proven to be untouchable not for sale in even the blackest of markets
speak, preacher. preach. i've always listened piously and i'm not yet thinking of sunday dinner: will the chicken be hot will the apple crisp burn
i mimic transcendence of the physical i, being the gatherer, have bypassed the stone age for lyres and flutes and lips; our white robes- i suppose they suit me. i imagine my forehead set in the grave constitution of a saint who worries not about the anticlimactic pressure of dry, even lips contrasting my graphic fire-fantasies, devil's work unfit for a faithful child
preacher, name your text. i'm not a salem girl but i'm afflicted the opposite of love's indifference i savor every word i steal i speak with proud, rounded lips and there are spectres in my storage tunnels who still care, who still wail will we stumble before we're blessed with means to soar
who, pray tell, is the evil one? how do i know, how do i know i'll start over and start over and start over and say, thank you god, i've emerged wiser but presently, watch me fall from grace watch me file out, i'll shuffle away from a dire warning of a benediction, an empty jar of clay burning for reconciliation:
Well, I sort of agree. I think Christianity teaches valuable things about for example modesty and self-sacrifice for the good of others, and interpreted by a humane priest or by a person who is not too zealous, it has a special aura. Distinguishing neighborly love from co-dependency can be hard, though. However, nowadays I prefer not to be affiliated with any single religion, I think different faiths lead to the divine in their own way.
I find that there's a lot of physical space between the surface of your text and the internal fire that fuels it. You have this profound curiosity, and your words are this searching, this beautiful searching, sometimes scratchy and winding like searching tends to be, but descriptive of the journey you are on, and beautiful enough to give the journey its own meaning.
I want you to read these: [link] These fragments are very important to me and I hope you find dearness in them. This is my favorite translation, (Please excuse the comic sans...please.)
I think that as you go on in your discovery you will start to see this distance close in on itself, get absolved into the brightness of your being, and starting from this point of so much talent that you start from, you will get to use the words that write galactically with the appropriate success and gentleness.
Belated congrats on the (another?) DD, and I love you.
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