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Nov 2014
For once this dreamer has some knowledge -
That some of me was made in you.
My wariness is natural -
To know a creator is a great thing,
A thing not to be taken lightly.
 
What kind of church shall I build for you?
What kind of worship should I devise?
A blanket over sand for an altar?
Hymns of gulls and passing breezes?
Black olives and red wine certainly.
 
Should we come together casually?
Or more often than not meet distantly?
Just as in a poem -
The way we first did -
The way perhaps my fates will have it so.
 
And what name shall I give you
Under my breath where the real words hide?
What trickling liturgies shall I devise,
Disguised in plain clothes and habits,
As if the tongue had no memory?
 
But know my constancy, creator, believe
This subject has some ontology.
Difficult as it is to be
Your secret sect, there is perhaps
Some future yet where bells may ring.
Tommy Randell
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Tommy Randell  67/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK
(67/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK)   
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