Kinsey Peterson

I've never much cared for organized religion,

but somewhere in the sheets of stained glass

I saw God in the shape of sunlight.

And I realized He isn't permanent,

but neither are we.

So show me a permanent state of self,

and I'll take you to the edge of Heaven on a rainy day.

But, until then I'll stare

at the halos around streetlamps and headlights

that whispers the name of my Savior

with the same quiet insignificance

as unending change.


  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 29th, 2024 13:38
  • Category: Religion
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  • David Wakeling

    Now this is what I'm talkin' bout.Real poetry.Thoughtful and well written.Excellent.Literally one in a hundred

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