Amongst The Blessed

Amongst The Blessed sonnet poems

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The spirit flows,

Down the aisle of believers,

It contorts and goes,

Into the hearts of gracious receivers,

The reading is a lament,

Over a loss of accepted vigor,

With which it has departed a certain consent,

In the disrespect of a quiet snicker,

The old man calls forth a blessing,

The spirit in its fleshly form,

And every breath is confessing,

A relinquishing so uniform,

For every word that passes by,

A warm embrace, nonexistent,

Quietly goes that comforting lie,

Out of a spirit so distant

The faces trapped in stone,

Haunt with silent rumination,

Disciples writhing before their master’s throne,

Built upon an eternal foundation,

An altar to such beauty that no man can attain,

A beauty lacking form, utterly incomprehensible,

Alive in the midst of dreams which can’t explain,

The breadth of a voice so bloody and so sensible.

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I'm a student currently studying journalism at App state. Writing is my main passion in life and I currently am focused on writing a novel as my main project with poems on the side. Hopefully after an appropriate amount of time I will have written enough poems to string them together as part of one coherent theme and release a poetry book.
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