Sunday Church Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Sunday Church

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I come back here, not because of a god
or because they told me to stop
fooling around and pray, because
they say that's how things happen
and else I will be tormented forever

I come because even here, even in this place
there is something I've fallen in love with.
Something that has nothing to do with them,
with their hymns, with their books,
something that has wings and yet breathes air
something that sparkles in the sun
although is not made of marble
but of skin, flesh, bones
and millions of other things,
something that returns my hello
and gives me a smile when I need one
something that is more precious, more holy to me
than all the gods in this world.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 10 October 2014

I would like to hear the truth as it is not shrouded with fancy and flimsy hypothesis and guess..Your heart is still under the shadow of someone who loved and left you to follow to the top of the mountain with two ropes in the neck, in case one fails...I try to travel through the path you have written in that poem, but without any negative ambition to pursue..beautiful..Waltz...Keep writing..

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Roseann Shawiak 08 October 2014

This poem is a beautiful expression of joy, it soothes the soul of even the most dissatisfied in life. It's a poem of honesty and truthfulness from your heart - very humbling. I love it. Everyone finds hope in their own way, it is how it's meant to be. Thank you for sharing this amazing poem. Thank you also for reading and commenting on my poem: Cherishing Religious Freedom, I had never heard that about what they did to the atheists before - not all people are that intolerant, that was a shame. RoseAnn

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