Quatrain of Natural Form
Holding me
It was the natural form of
living that held
my spirit
tightly in
place,
It was the shape of me and
it kept me from
bursting
out into
space.
I was caught in a posture
recognizable,
only to those
close to
me,
I let the form hold rigid, as
I waited for God
to let me lose,
to roam
free.
Yorktown Disciple
Holding me
It was the natural form of
living that held
my spirit
tightly in
place,
It was the shape of me and
it kept me from
bursting
out into
space.
I was caught in a posture
recognizable,
only to those
close to
me,
I let the form hold rigid, as
I waited for God
to let me lose,
to roam
free.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10832
Poem Sanctum
Natural
form
of
living
form
of
living
Yorktown Disciple
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Quatrain of Natural Form - 10832 - Yorktown Disciple