Time to kill before the bus
The chill air
Penetrates my lungs as I hurry
To a place of sanctuary.
The air in there is heavy
With silence
I seem to wade through
The prayer and devotion of thousands.
My gaze rests on her
Blue painted eyes downcast,
To the babe in her arms
And I wish that someone
Would cradle me.
I put down my shopping bags,
Fingers stiff with cold,
And sore with weight.
I kneel…
My mind goes back
To the grotto in the garden,
A small sanctuary
Amidst a miserable quagmire.
The cold air bites
As I step outside
And don my heretics cap once more,
My eyes cast upwards to heaven…
And I feel crucified.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2019 01:06
- Category: Religion
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Thanks SEREN for a very moving Poem ! In our experience ~ Just as God inhabited the Temple of Jerusalem ~ so He inhabits every Church on Earth today and we feel His presence in the House of God ~ AMEN Verse1. Place of Sanctuary V 2. House of Prayer V 3. Need to be cuddled with God's Love V 4. Memories V 5. Gazing Heavenwards & feeling CRUCIFIED ~ contact with the DIVINE ~ AMEN.
ANGELA & I love to visit "CHURCHES" wherever we are in the WORLD ! Once we were invited to a Wedding another time to a Christening and a Communion Service in a Shell of a Church in Ephesus ! In every Church we enter we ALWAYS meet GOD and we light candles for Friends & Relations who are sick !
Your lovely poem brought back many memories !
Blessings & Hugs ~ BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡
Please check ANGELAS poem "Love Me love my Cat" ~ THANKS !
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