What are these...these bits of us...
Stretched...in blots of weeks
Is life defined..by hours worked
Is this truly..what we seek?
Where's the apple.. t'was the start
In innocence ...delight
Wasn't long...the seeds be grown
Now...all have had a byte
I heard .. the word... is based upon
An image of the father
Now..today..it seems all pray..
To she...who be the mother...
ALL ABOARD....
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2024 05:30
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Mother Mary full of grace..... Feminism has its role. Loved the deliberation on God in the Jewish and Christian form from Eden. Nicely written
'He'(God) has 'She' qualities too, I believe.
Appropriate in a way, for today in the Church Calendar - The Festival of The Blessed Virgin Mary. Though I'm not Roman Catholic.
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