"Somewhere in the process of obedience to the law, in the turning to scriptures to discover more from them, the sight and sound of the living – active and moving – God whose Word dictated their deeds was replaced by the ritual itself. There he stood amongst them, unknown to them, lamenting their self-blinkered hearts, ready to intervene and bare the cost".
Sensuous rose! Watered by loving hands.
You sit cradled by thorns yet are touching hearts.
By earth you are worshipped and the lily adores thee,
Countless eyes though colors command.
Oh accursed beauty! For I am but an Ivy.
© Denis Adide 2011
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