Losing Faith
The music was part of it,
the lovely sound of liquid words
dripping onto my tongue
and into my ears like poured honey,
making sense, making the world
a place it might be possible to live in.
Now words are a buzzing in my ear,
tinnitus of the soul,
my priests are flawed and human.
What a punch. Welcome back Moyra.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lizz! Good to be back
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