All that was, and we were
Being there done that
What went
Leaving in memories how it was
When my faith was holier than yours
My church blessed by the ”real” god
As my priest or preacher assured
As he or she put robes on
And blessed all,
With the hand of god
Given to him/ger by whom?
Told us who we were
Learned us on how to be
Where to go and do
Matter, or not
For that's how we know
Not how to fly
But when to sidestep ditches
Lookout for the danger of feelings
Learn how not to dig old land mines
And expect won't explode
Leaving us shattered
Lost and not found
Marta
3/72019
Reflections for Lent
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