...Purity by elysabeth faslund

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...Purity

Where is the exsanguinated water found
That I may dip my hands,
Wash my forehead of gashes...
Sifting universes
Where I walk beside streams
Free of guilt,
Mindless of guile...
When through my fault,
My most grievous fault,
I have found the way
To go
Home.

To see.
Not to see.
See once more...
Turning my back on psalms...
Enri, Enri, Enri...
I follow the Linden home,
Walking towards years of
Ash,
Yew.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus.
Agnus Dei! !

elysabeth faslund

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nightnin g (6/22/2008 10:33:00 PM)
ok here goes it is a fine poem....thanks...I think if some if the blood that was drawn out is applied to the lintel of the door the death angel will passover and you can eat the sacrificial lamb...but that is a Jewish perspective..and this is catholic so....anyway I like the movie 'what Dreams May Come' with robin williams...he goes to hell to rescue his soulmate.....and wins her back in the afterlife making it the best love story ever told...thanks

lightnin g

Tara Sloblock (6/22/2008 1:47:00 PM)
Elys...... it is always wonderful to see you posting, though I am a bit irritated that you made my brain have to function at quarter to eight on a sunday evening. hugs. t x

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elysabeth faslund (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)