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Sweet, sweet tea of the morning & a glass of old-style Kool-Aid I insist cos its summer & we'll need it, & then we stroll on out down Main Street & over the bridge just past the station to the old Baptist Church, where I suggest we rest awhile just to take the weight off our feet, & we sit all relaxed & resting & there's a slight discomfort, I can feel it, oh relax I say just enjoy the quiet, & I feel it myself, the waves, the shimmering & the colors from the glass windows shine so brightly & we talk so objectively about this, all logic & such, but then it hits & you all get nervous & wonder what is happening, & I confess to the plan & say just go with it, go with it, all will be well, & light talk goes on all thought & surmise & the figure so sweet all compassion & sacrifice grabs hold & we still chat but slowly, slowly, & Look at the Windows I say, & we gaze so way up there and the jeweled light cascades all reds, yellows, blues, & from inside after the chit-chat ebbs, comes flowing the grace & the love & the power & the Divine is with us now, right here from us right now, & we weep & God is Love, & we weep, & we weep
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
Martin ambushes the atheists when they come down from the big city for the weekend, or The Keys To the Kingdom.
Sweet, sweet tea of the morning & a glass of old-style Kool-Aid I insist cos its summer & we'll need it, & then we stroll on out down Main Street & over the bridge just past the station to the old Baptist Church, where I suggest we rest awhile just to take the weight off our feet, & we sit all relaxed & resting & there's a slight discomfort, I can feel it, oh relax I say just enjoy the quiet, & I feel it myself, the waves, the shimmering & the colors from the glass windows shine so brightly & we talk so objectively about this, all logic & such, but then it hits & you all get nervous & wonder what is happening, & I confess to the plan & say just go with it, go with it, all will be well, & light talk goes on all thought & surmise & the figure so sweet all compassion & sacrifice grabs hold & we still chat but slowly, slowly, & Look at the Windows I say, & we gaze so way up there and the jeweled light cascades all reds, yellows, blues, & from inside after the chit-chat ebbs, comes flowing the grace & the love & the power & the Divine is with us now, right here from us right now, & we weep & God is Love, & we weep, & we weep
God is Love ... Aldous Huxley.
#god#religion#lsd
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Mar 23, 2017
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