And if i were withered,
a shrub, all bent
twisted and leafbear,
water starved and
choked by weeds.
Would i be any less noble,
any further from god,
here....
surrounded by
and very much
a part of the
beauty of creation?
What need of finery then
other than
to pretend
that dressing up in
churchman\'s robes
makes one closer
to god?