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StoryDark matter of the Soul ? - JohnnytheMonk011 years 6 months ago
StoryChurch Redundant JohnnytheMonk211 years 6 months ago
StoryBeachcombing JohnnytheMonk011 years 6 months ago
Collectionsidesteps JohnnytheMonk011 years 6 months ago
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StoryThe Butterfly at Mass JohnnytheMonk111 years 8 months ago
Storyon the primal shore JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryLazarus Come Out JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryO Salutaris Hostia.. JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryNaught for your comfort JohnnytheMonk211 years 8 months ago
StorySoul's Freedom JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StorySic transit... JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryIn Nativitate Domini JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryHow to Write Poetry Commercially JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryIn Horeb's Cave JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryI thirst... JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago
StoryEasterJoy JohnnytheMonk011 years 8 months ago

My stories

The Butterfly at Mass

Through sunlight shining on sculptured stone fragilely it flew. Whisper of fading life fluttering erratically to rest in feeble flight caressed by light unknowing known.

on the primal shore

God spoke Let there be... and cataclysmic forces collided amongst the spheres of heaven anxious to fulfil the creative urge. What days dawned then, when the lusty lungs

Lazarus Come Out

Dead sins weight rolled by hardened hearts before the narrow gate no entry in and no release Dread darkness of fears corrupting Stench rising from mortal decay bound by winding cloths

Church Redundant

Stone-frozen angels mutely trumpeting The forgotten glories of a world of faith. Faint marks of once bright colouring Silent witnesses still adorning Near empty relic of a simpler trust.

O Salutaris Hostia..

Pale stone in honey hues, Traceried fingers Steepling sacred space; Still and silent Waiting in incensed adoration. Flames of Fire? Mighty Winds? Or humbled hearts In Love's ante-chamber

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