Holy Disunion - Spirit Perplexed Poem by Carol Toebe Whiting

Holy Disunion - Spirit Perplexed

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Having tasted flesh
Can’t quite mesh
The holy sound
Of spirit found

In dying death
With every breath
Of radical surge
And ethnic purge

Twisted word
Mentality scourge
Bless this meet to grace the table
Watch the flood of human blood

All Pain and Cable

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joshua Whiting 14 November 2009

Cynical reality of today's church and state and popular media, I'd say.

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