Glutton for God
I am not a whore I am a mystic for leaving my hair unbound. But don’t I remember? They are the same thing: God sleeps with every woman who has light in her heart - unbounded - and who never ties her hair.
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Holy Catholic Church, I have lost the moment because of all the brooding. What am I doing?
The birds are singing They fly away from a passerby Not scared but wanting to chirp more freely. The air is mild, the sun is shining The spring warmth touches my body. There is a cool breeze In between It smells of spring flower buds And the dandelion flower shines, I am here! And happy The angel's breath floats Above the incense The organ has crushed the silence The dead have risen. Rise yourself. |
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