Thursday, March 07, 2019

Used To Bee

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 

Reflections for Lent

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