Beatified
Prayer without indemnity,
prejudice, or blame,
weaponizing Diety…
a dogma-based refrain
Through Him our Divinity
rejoining heart and mind,
to truly know Who reigns supreme
last sacrament defined
Religion like the training wheels
discarded when we we’re young,
to free the rider in the wind
—His spokes forever spun
(Easter Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
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