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Author Name: Freealiopterix 1 Comments
Date Added: February 02, 2012 15:02:20 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Feel The Bliss



Feel The Bliss



I remember it as clear as day that frozen morn

Not so long back when it would have been my

Mother's birthday G-d rest her soul - - for

I'd just come out of the library and I then passed

The Church of St Andrew's a beautiful aged

Old building with a tall pointed spire before

Today I'd never been in it but I don't know why

But I thought about mother and how she'd worn


A path to this building in the past so I then decided

To go in and once inside felt the silent reverence

And overwhelming sensations of peace serenity

Echo around the aisles and course through my body

Out of respect I knelt and closed my eyes my

Body seemed to channel energies as though an entity

Or entities were present here waiting in attendance

To pass messages of welcome and peace from the dead


I've never been a big church goer but I was finding

This a moving spiritual experience and a little scary

Since I definitely felt something like electricity

Pass through me and I was forced to choke on a tear

Overriding feelings of peace dispelled any kind of fear

And I felt energised by these symbols of christianity

Whereas before I had been sceptical and perhaps wary

I had felt my body lift up to the sky transcending


I now often call into the old church for comfort

I can talk to my family and it causes me no effort

To any doubters like me who may be reading this

Try for once a visit to your church and feel the bliss

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Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on February 2, 2012 04:46:39 PM Report
This exquisite thing is writing -- unimpeded.  A perfect example of form over content yielding freedom of art.  The poem itself is a stained-glass window:  its multi-coloured Parts forming a dynamic Whole far greater than their mere sum.  Here is a building -- something of stone: a cathedral come of words.




 


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