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StoryDark matter of the Soul ? - JohnnytheMonk012 years 11 months ago
StoryChurch Redundant JohnnytheMonk212 years 11 months ago
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StoryThe Butterfly at Mass JohnnytheMonk113 years 1 month ago
Storyon the primal shore JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
StoryLazarus Come Out JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
StoryO Salutaris Hostia.. JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
StoryNaught for your comfort JohnnytheMonk213 years 1 month ago
StorySoul's Freedom JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
StorySic transit... JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn Nativitate Domini JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
StoryHow to Write Poetry Commercially JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
StoryIn Horeb's Cave JohnnytheMonk013 years 1 month ago
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The Butterfly at Mass

By JohnnytheMonk on Tue, 15 Apr 2008

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.
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on the primal shore

By JohnnytheMonk on Tue, 15 Apr 2008

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
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Lazarus Come Out

By JohnnytheMonk on Tue, 15 Apr 2008

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
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Church Redundant

By JohnnytheMonk on Tue, 15 Apr 2008

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.
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O Salutaris Hostia..

By JohnnytheMonk on Tue, 15 Apr 2008

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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