The Church Of The True God
Lofty majestic
mountains
be my Cathedral.
Vibrant clear
peak top skies
be my Messiah.
Dazzling solar wind veld
spanning shimmering star
studded Heavens Free;
rippling notes played
upon gleaming cosmic organ’s
Universal Celestial choir.
Radiant power
vibrates
in sunbeams chimes;
dances irresistibly
in naked darkness
delineating closed men's minds.
Thus when life’s
grey animated clay
does slip away.
Even most ignorant
denying soul particles
such power cannot stay.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
A modernization of Wordsworth’s Nature Piety Deity Concept.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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