the line to the confessional
was much too long
so she decided to walk
to the pier
and confer with the image
in the rippling current,
to the specialist
of her imagination
melding with the greater
force of her being
(her only sin
was desiring an intermediary)
now she genuflects
to the reflection
swelling in the sea ahead,
confessing she is not alone
but surrounded by sparks of dancing light
*untouched photo by poet
Nicole
Cheers
Alain
An alternative baring of soul and heart may at times work better, a return to what feels natural for release; love the easy fluency of this piece and the pic. to go with it.
John
Ron
Bobbi
The poem is so full of truth, you don't need a specific place, any place will do, because He is everywhere, don't He?
Thanks for the inspiration.
Georg
Take care,
Sherry
You always make me think and think and think,
Blessings to you Jude,
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
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Regis
seems like she's unsure of whom to worship
excellent as always...
Sage