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« Reply #30 on: December 13, 2012, 09:00:02 PM »
 :dancing:

Yay! I am so happy that this thread is here!
Here is a little poem that I wrote while I was converting:

"Holy Hour"

Resting my hands on the cool marble
I tremble, for I am very near
The altar of my Lord.
I have never been this close before..
As my eyes drink in the splendour,
I kneel.
The sanctuary lamp, with its comforting flickering
Stained glass windows, that display the sun's last rays
In a brilliant kaleidoscope of light
In the hush of the church,
I am alone,
Save for my Lord
Who is reading my heart
And listening to my prayers.
The soft, red carpet under my knees,
The towering altar before me
Leaves me breathless and longing
For the day when I can fully Communicate
With my Redeemer.
No longer a bystander--
A stranger peering through the window,
But another unworthy servant
Receiving undying love
And soul-filling nourishment.        

    June 8th, 2003(I wish there was a blushing emoticon!!)

User Poems
« Reply #31 on: December 14, 2012, 08:47:44 PM »
Very well done, Michaela!


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« Reply #32 on: December 14, 2012, 09:33:08 PM »
Thank you, Lighthouse!

We need to get more people over to this section to get creative!  :scratchchin:

Love,
michaela +

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« Reply #33 on: February 08, 2013, 01:54:10 PM »
My body is so old, it doesn’t shine at all
and water is eating it alive!
There is still so much left of me
half dead muscles
and thick wilting skin
Why do I still want
milk and bread and meat
even though I’ve seen the tree
and heard the blood pooling at her feet
We could, instead, sit in the wood
our hands dug profoundly in the snow
We are sorry
and the river swells around us
making our bodies hurt more
Drink the wine before the water eats that, too!
I did as you said
a decent daughter has to
I placed my breath onto a cloth
and washed your poor feet
with balmy strokes
We admired the sky
missing, all the while,
the calf eating a patch of grass beside us


 :scared2:  hahaha. eep!

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« Reply #34 on: February 16, 2013, 07:34:16 AM »
Very well done, Lauraelizabeth, the iconography of the washing of the feet and the calf is particularly outstanding.