Holy

Rating: 3.5

He drank the wine
behind the altar
in solitude, for God.
A roach had fallen in
though unbeknownst
perhaps God-given
in its holy wisdom.
And when the words
about the flesh and blood
were heard as echoes,
he knew with certainty
that there was righteousness
inside the Beaujolais.

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Gina Onyemaechi 23 February 2006

I sense the comedy, Herbie, but I confess (a fitting word in this case, don't you think?) to not fully getting it. Anyway, 'solitude' seems to have been your 'buzz word' of the day. On that note, you might be interested in Julia Klimenova's 'Solitude' number. Anyway, I better get ready for bed. Night-night, H. Gina.

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Danni Doodles 23 February 2006

An excellent piece - humorous.

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