I am as culpable as the rest,
my veneer spit shined and shallow,
my intentions on the level of a Sufi master’s.
Pill and pearl.
Twee of divine.
Look how my articles of faith
are disheveled, disorderly, squalling,
nailed to no door, unrecitable, in bloody flux, forgettable.
Light from Light
Yet I believe them, my faith’s restless articles.
~ Melissa Pritchard, Decomposing Articles of Faith. A Solemn Pleasure: To Imagine, Witness, And Write
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Taking us to church. ☺
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Beautiful photo. There is something comforting about being alone in a church.
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Agree Carolann.
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Beautiful thought and such a serene image. Loved it.
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Beam me up God…
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Smiling. Exactly. A siren call…
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it is powerful to be all alone in a sanctuary.
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It is that…
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