Mourning Mist Poet Shape

The Flames of a Saint

A
                                                            flame
                                                        flickers on
                                                     skin of divinity
                                                   burning down the 
                                               flesh and bone to grey
                                             ash. The smoke clouds the
                                          sky as an offering, an offering
                                          to God for the cross they carry.
                                           Tied to wood and ignited from
                                               the bottom with matches,
                                                 gasoline is poured on
                                                      skin and then lit 
                                                         on fire. Pain
                                                          is heard by
                                                             quiet
                                                               lips.

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Mourning Mist August 16, 2011 at 11:22 AM XXOOO kisses :) look forward to our next visit..i am doing better..limping on my right leg though, doc might have to give me strong er meds

Mourning Mist August 16, 2011 at 11:21 AM look at christ? he was called a heretic right? i think some burned did what he was doing, personally

Mourning Mist August 16, 2011 at 11:20 AM people argue the killing verses...ten commandments say no, but look at laws of leviticus..i think some burned argued that...

Mourning Mist August 16, 2011 at 11:19 AM thank you I love you, wanted to tell you something on the 7th, but dont want others to know anything else personal about our lives..yeah i am a firm believe some burned as heretics could have known more truth..

Cyndi Macmillan August 16, 2011 at 10:25 AM OH, I can't believe I forgot JOAN of ARC! Who fought for French liberation and had visions of God, a freedom fighter! Her story is fascinating, inspiring and sad- many movies done on the subject. Worth a read on wikipedia, if you ever get a second! x0x0x0x

Cyndi Macmillan August 16, 2011 at 10:20 AM Hi! WOW! This one stings and leaves a impression! Great work! Did you read my shape poem, Candlelight? Is T still yes? Send link to my e-mail! You should have it via last contact. Hope you are doing better, I've been working on resumes here. Things are looking bad and its quite tense. Colin's dad fell at the home, he's okay, but it signals health failing. Anyway, hope to hear from you soon! Love you! Cyndi. Was it saint Lucy who burned? Can't remember...