From the First Trees...a poetry blog: The Mass

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

The Mass

A requiem for friends lost, bitten by the hard words...buried in their own pride, covered by its own cost...down, but not forgot. Never, ever forgot.

Namaste

Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: high mass, google pic

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To My Visitors

I appreciate your visit, very much. This site is dedicated to the 'Divine Soul', that which is called God, Brahma, the Ineffable One, The Mystery. I call God, The Father, or simply, Father. He calls me simply, son. I am more spiritual, than religious. I believe in 'many possibilities'. I am not quick, to cast out old for new, for I feel, the past holds wisdom and knowledge, and a love for things, and ways, that are now, 'not respected'. I am very brief in my knowledge, of many things..a comprehensive view. I study religious teachings, of many kinds and of all ages. To my view, they overlap, and are worthy...every one, of deep analysis. Jesus would have spoken with Buddah, Buddah, likewise with Jesus...with no qualms, or qualifications. Likewise, Hinduism, that ancient mother of religions, that birthed so many more, sons and daughters of belief. Enjoy, please, with an open mind. There are poetry's and posts of issues and interests. May you be blessed in this visit.

Namaste.

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