feral poetess

No one comes to my little church
Anymore, but I’m all lit up anyway;
I don’t need parishioners to shine.
Hallelujah, I’m a seeker too, celestial
Splendour renews me, I forget the dogma
Some preacher taught here long ago;
The living life impulse—preaches here now.

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I like to spend Sundays thinking about nothing religion-related... BOOM!