The Kissing Gate
By shoe
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There is a kissing gate,
"all welcome" said the sign, even me?
A gravel path leads to the door (open)
The hallowed hush bids me enter.
Hesitant, a trespasser, boots scrape the flags
I slip into the nearest pew, the wood polished
and shaped by archaic posteriors, pious hands.
Jesus droops, resigned, waiting.
Did he make his reverant petition,
pay his penny to the bedesman?
or did his faith suffice?
"if you believe...clap your hands"
said peter pan,
Outside the sun warms the grass,
the earth has more claim to me
than a distant, untouchable sky,
Still, I offer up a inexpert prayer,
God wouldn't only love those
without doubt... would he?
Note:
My apologies for making fast and
loose with the term bedesman,
I don't think they existed in
Jesus's time, If anyone
knows better, please feel
free to harangue me!
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An interesting poem, Shirley
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Liked this one, especially
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'I slip into the nearest
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Bedesman now is for people
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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Yes, although it's very
"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "
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