Wednesday Morning Part 1

By Parson Thru

Thu, 27 Sep 2012
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My head is clutter and noise

I need the order of a church
The quiet of a synagogue
The space of a mosque

I can’t imagine God
I won’t regurgitate one
I only feel the spirit

Life

Something I call existence
Something I call awareness
Something I call me

As I sit
on a bench
on a platform
on a railway station
under a grey leaden sky
I know that this is good

There is order
There is quiet
There is space

I hear the sound of my existence
Inside and out
I hear the voice of God

So I pick up my pen
and write

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Comments

Submitted by Sooz006 on
This is quiet and peaceful and bloody good.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I echo that, PT;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Hiya Sooz and Tina. Thank you very very much. You know when you try so hard with these things and then it just falls out? And then you think "I've found a diamond" and it's really just an interestingly-shaped piece of broken glass?

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Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Just commented on 'Part Two', PT, and it didn't occur to me until I found this that there's usually a 'Part One' to precede a second part... Anyway! I love these lines: "I can’t imagine God I won’t regurgitate one I only feel the spirit" Just beautiful. And I really like the image of the leaden sky. Excellent stuff! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thanks again Magic. Really appreciate your comments. Wish it was easier to keep Pt1 & Pt 2 together. They started off as one, but my partner (quite rightly) suggested I split them. It was one of those things where the words just come to you. Sometimes you just need the space.

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