Marilyn Lott

Rookie - 261 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

A Place for Spirituality


You know, you don’t have to be
In a special church in order to pray
It can anywhere in the world
Any time and yes, any day

But when a church is beautiful
And the theme is about your God
Something special happens
On this precious God driven sod

Sometimes you find a special church
That gives you such peace inside
Where the beauty is overwhelming
And the turmoil within subsides

Whatever is the reason that
You feel the hope in you rise
It’s important to find this experience
It’s a wonderful precious surprise!

Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 27, 2011

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  • Rookie - 272 Points Marie Shine (5/9/2009 6:45:00 AM)

    I like this poem very much Marilyn.You have identified something which I have found all my life, that some Churches offer SO much more than other Churches. I am more into Spirituality than Religion, simply because Spirituality is of the Spirit, which is what we all are - Spirits having a human experience NOT the othere way round and religion has very different connotations for me. Well written and presented - a well deserved 10 from me. (Report) Reply

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