People sit in churches offering silent oblations.
Or kneel upon their aching knees, while hands and hearts unfold.
Others sit on mountaintops in holy contemplation.
Walk along tree lined lanes, each step a meditation
Or sit upon a park bench in pure people watching mode
Even lie beside a stream in open supplication.
Tonight I drown myself, in a printed inspiration
Thoughts and feelings, some memories, in black and white so bold.
Poetry the source, of my personal transformation.
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