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ORDINARY HOLY
what is god
rests here,
in ordinary
dirt,
in scrub oak
and laurel
and old
makeshift
shed,
unmoved
by ego,
deaf
to fear
and desire
it waits not
for priest
or poet
but is free
as wind
and open
as this
blue sky
rests here,
in ordinary
dirt,
in scrub oak
and laurel
and old
makeshift
shed,
unmoved
by ego,
deaf
to fear
and desire
it waits not
for priest
or poet
but is free
as wind
and open
as this
blue sky
Published 17th Dec 2023
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18th Dec 2023 00:35am
18th Dec 2023 11:47am
19th Dec 2023 4:54am
Dear J,
Aaahhhhh! So well put. The visual of nature and simple buildings are quiet beauty and wonderfully representative of how god can be “seen”. Absolutely lovely write.,serenity at its best. H🌷
Aaahhhhh! So well put. The visual of nature and simple buildings are quiet beauty and wonderfully representative of how god can be “seen”. Absolutely lovely write.,serenity at its best. H🌷
19th Dec 2023 11:17am
Thank you, Honoria.
This bit of land has been a sanctuary and an anchor for a wandering soul.
And a cathedral.
And, I think, a strange muse.
This bit of land has been a sanctuary and an anchor for a wandering soul.
And a cathedral.
And, I think, a strange muse.
