Believers

hopedrives lifeup somewherein the stratosphererestless minds aim at perfectionreality hangs like a pale gauze on blazing suns findme incloudy skiesif you are God, wrapme in godliness till I shinebright above believing masses of humanity Moonwashed Weekly Prompt W3 Prompt #107 Friday Fictioneers

Clothes of Piety

temples have transparent walls heregods are out on a walkaboutasking to be excusedas they cannot identify themselvesin eye mirrors of a speciessupposedly their creation What are you looking for?They ask mockingly“Just what I see”, I replyGods bereft of pretencean honest spiritual danceidentity is not a crisiswhen you choose to beover being seen My pilgrimage is … Continue reading Clothes of Piety

The Secret Wall

I fiercely protect this invisible wall in my house. Walls are meant to divide and protect; this one unifies me with the purpose of my existence. Gilt-edged dreams hang on nails made of clouds and bits of sky. Frames shape-shift to accommodate my versatility. I protect it to keep judgmental minds, unsolicited advisors and critics … Continue reading The Secret Wall