The Reality of Spirituality
He spoke to me of spirituality as life’s sole reality.
Mumbling in my sleepless sleep I pondered his disparate thought
for I could quote chapter and verse and blindly curse
all manner of religions gold and silver pomp and ceremony.
Until I touched the hem of tattered lives in passing
through dim slow darkened dens cold threadbare promises of hope
rescued by a fragile gestures welcome beneath a fraying trust
sunrise breaking weakly warm across a dark and troubled horizon
teasing my sleepless thoughts with the aroma of awakenings doubt.
He spoke to me of spirituality thus changing my reality.
©1/14/2019
10 Lines 10 Words, Free Verse 1 Poetry Contest
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Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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