Intercourse With God

in my lowliness you remembered me 
after man had torn wrappings 
of my soul leaving only 
my flesh to devour
small things withered 
beneath my earthly realm 
oh how i'd beckoned your rapture 
i wasn't as pure as sister agnes 
nor sister margaret fruitful an yet 
you'd entered me craving my soul 
my heart filled with such desire 
as i'd prayed for human compassion 
pure affection was totally absent 
from a broken woman bleeding 
my flesh mascerated 
shredded in the haste 
of a car bomb equivelent 
to one rib of man child an yet 
you remembered me taking my soul 
on a tour of ruinen auf des.via appia 
while di vatican called my name 
trumpets roared throughout 
this granduer of openess 
wholeness occured weeping flushed 
from mine eyes dining in your diviness 
the purity of the holy spirit 
desiring me a flower blooming 
clinging to thorns blood soaked 
matted hair cradled my skull an yet 
you entered my being creating 
an eternal finding above 
the santity and salvation 
catered untimely to him
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Munoz Avatar
January 18, 2014 at 1:22 AM
The title alone had me like wow, Nice write.
Mehta Avatar
December 4, 2013 at 8:14 AM
Enjoyed this piece on faith!!, Yolanda
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