Me !

I, with my simeon mind, find myself doubting all that you are
with your body wrapped in humble rags, bound by mortal ties
while upon the cross you rise above me in fearful symmetry

Your truth, your love, your faith shrouded with deception
by the preachers and deceivers who teach your gospel
to the lambs who follow on blindly, meekly believing all

To taste the body of Christ, to drink the blood of Christ in
a world full of supercilious recreants who hide behind the
power of your words turning sinners to zombies of faith

In Holy communion Laudate Dominum proclaimed echoing
in the vault and rafters , filling the air with pompous grandeur,
imposing pomp and circumstance, raping innocent serenity

I, with my simeon mind, find truth, love and faith within where
no man can shape or mould to suit their perception of your
gospel to make of me a transient believer to raise their ego

In my body I shall find my cathedral, my heart the glorious altar
my mind will teach me the righteous path, virtuous and worthy
I am a sentient being with a simeon mind, I am me.

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Tara Davison

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Photographer & Poet - for fun. Mother to three - for real. Owned by a 10 year old 'puppy' boxer - yes owned ! Self employed book-keeper and also studying for my diploma in Garden Design. Love walking, cooking, reading, listening to music (classical mainly), watching Morse, Lewis and Poirot. Participant in life - it's not a spectator sport !
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Preeti
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A poem filled with faith in god and truth….truly amazing!

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