A Longing For Church
Things are not as they seem. I sit on this very spot. In this very city. In this exact
place in the world. But only at this exact moment. I travel contstantly through space and
that place of time. Things are not as they seem. I watch things in a vegatative state and
I can't control my brain. I see with all three eyes. Are each pair seeing true things, or
are things not as they seem. I humble my self before the altar, before the Supreme Being,
out of Eternity and in Time, and of course vice versa. I see before me a humble peice of
wheat bread. But things are not as they seem.
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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