My dress is silent when I tread the ground.
Or stay at home or stir upon the waters.
Sometimes may trappings and the lofty air
Raise me above the dwelling-place of men,
And then the power of clouds carries me far
Above the people; and my ornaments
Loudly resound, send forth the melody
And clearly sing, when I am not in touch
With earth or water, but a flying spirit.
Happy Easter - I wrote this 10 years ago, and didn't post it. I see why. I am not traumatized by religion. I have never had an experience within the church that turned me...
3 months ago