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We kneel the same way
You and I
Faces like mirrors
Reflecting the futures
Our plans were made for
Trusting in the benevolence
Of something more
Something greater
Than the sum of all our parts
The wishes that we share
The words whose bloodied kisses
Stain our days –
And for how long need we free
The same words,
Now tired and frail,
Bereft of meaning?
We kneel the same way
You and I
And yet our voices
Never meet.
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This is so beautifully written! ❤
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Thank you, I appreciate your thoughts.
Lovely, Chris. Perhaps seeking faith in something ‘greater’ than ourselves is a great part of the human condition – and so we are destined also, to be disappointed?
You make a very valid point, Rachael. Thank you.
That could almost be a description of blogging in that it might describe the same emotion expressed in very different circumstances and surroundings, even continents which is part of that beautiful paradox afforded by social media. Something which often offers glimpses into lives we would be proud to share but will never know.
Peter, thank you so much for your wonderful interpretation of this piece – I get your point. For me this is the beauty of the written word (both as a reader and a writer); the fact that we can all see something different in what we read. Again, many thanks for reading and commenting.
There are multiple interpretations in this piece – I read division of faith and Christine read the division of taking vows and forgetting the meaning. Brilliant.
Thanks to you both; I like both of your interpretations. The beauty of the witten word!