Scapular Poems - Poems about Scapular

...Disparage not our hearts-- they are God-loved, God-found This will get mystical -- allow me to propound Just think-- wherever we pray can be holy ground Contemplation of His Love always will ast......

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...Not for the first time he dreams these flying dreams. He senses wings under broad scapular bones. Waves of a latent energy undulate across his back, the world below him is buoyant, his fligh......

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...In Love, not apart faith, hope can restart --in prayer. Sensing Jesus' Heart... Presence off the chart (He's there!) My poetry art is barely a start to share... How I am aware of His lovi......

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...What are we but relics of time gone by Where painful encounters stay undenied The wounds may scar over but never heal As memory is martyred its blood congealed New skin tries to cover......

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...He had to queue to wake up, there were a lot of people ahead of him. Some carried their beds on their shoulders dreams wrapped tightly between rocking scapular. Some are clearly sleeping now ......

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...the scapular of your anguish wounds the insolent chest of your enlightenment with blood a world in disenchantment cries its drunken hymns but only jackals lick the nectar of these pains becaus......

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...the skin says it all it's disorder white sheet - dirty spot irritation of inconvenient tissues discomfort from peeling off rough things the sweet scent that drives away or icy sound of unwan......

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...He remembers flying over a world where starlight and sound are filtered through silver webs. Not for the first time he thinks of these flying dreams. He believes he feels wings under his br......

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...veils escape the province of the sea like sea lions bouncing balls presenting their accoutrements. the silken fare, in the center of the square - everyone sees the princely dyes....

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...Hanging like a scapular, your memory haunts my dreams You clothe my thoughts in joyous warmth my lonely voice to scream… “I live inside your shadowed love afraid new suns will shine “The ......

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...Funeral in 1963 Beveled dusty cracked glass shielding Mother Mary enthroned, Amidst flying angelic devotions atop whipped clouds of icy air, Enslaved by an antique miracle made manifest in sta......

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