As the choir sings
The parishners press
Praying hands
To their breasts,
A humming sigh
Of love's golden harp
Begins the dance,
Around and around
Voices are raised
As light as a feather,
Graceful as a bird
They dance and soar
Until silence
Falls,
In this quiet place
The words
Are whispered,
"Love comes from the soul
Not the heart of
gold."
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Author:
PrimalHeaven (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My personal understanding of God and the religion. The start of my journey as an omnist.
- Category: Spiritual
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