Smaller than the pebbles drowned sea moist

An agnostic yet I need my God
For many parts of life cannot be voiced
Without the sacred language, I learned of.

More a place  and less a cruel Rod
Willing us to have the rights of choice
An agnostic yet I need my God

Lesser than both lower and above
Neither is he man, nor girl nor boy
In the sacred language I learned of.

Greater than  the mountain tops  of love
Smaller than the pebbles drowned sea moist
Me, agnostic, yet I need such God!

Wilder than a stallion newly shod
Quieter than that little, still, small voice
In the sacred language I learned, read.

As by our own science, we are hoist
There’s humour in that  secret, still embrace
I agnostic, need  to walk with God
And use the sacred language I learned  of.

 

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.I love Leonard Cohen
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