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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3803 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Sunglasses in Church Carin He sways to hallelujahs and bells in stone towers above his hands. Blind, bent, swiveled in the pew, he reaches anyone; The Peace of Christ be with you. Too long she's found no meaning in the colored glass or pipe organ prayers. Today as they touch, her offerings of tears reclaim faith and shatter on slate underfoot. If conviction is blind, then grace reveals truth inevitable, even hunched in the unlikely pew three rows ahead. The sly Spirit breathes minty air a soulfire, whispered from his believing eyes. How clever the connection forged, unleavened understanding that doesn't crumble in communion wine. |
