Raped

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well-lived.

word orgies
leave us naked
empty days and nights

your feasting strips humility
scraps of audacity linger-longer

recognize Christ?

Standing outside, admiring Joan Miro’s outdoor sculpture…

Miro’s Chicago

we were invited into The Chicago Temple by a passerby. It was absolutely beautiful inside. Ornate wood and stained glass warmed the interior and our noses.

Posted on 02/11/201802/11/2018 Posted in Art, Poetry, travelTagged anxiety, Church is Poetry, defeat? is there such a thing?, depression, dreamscapes, history, Jesus Christ, Joan Miro, listening well, mental well-being, Miro’s Chicago, ornate wood, rape, sacred, sacrifice, stained glass, suicide, The Chicago Temple, this writing life, who am I

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