spirit and sanity
Since I cannot sense a name for God
power will stutter out of my mouth
In the old days it was the Village Church
Rich with Stain Glass Hypocrisy and Sin
In the middle it was a wasteland, dead
Then I saw God and everything changed
Spirit stood on my shoulder and held me
Angels came in plain clothes to erase me
No-one left even though I tried to kill me
In the attire of an Empress I battled me
The God that can grab it all away from me
Years went by until I realised it is me
Spirit and Sanity always there as ME
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 22nd Apr 2020 16:18
A fine expression of a fine idea, or ideal. Wonderful to see you still writing and sharing again.