Purity Poem by elysabeth faslund

Purity

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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! !

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

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

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
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