Vapors rise and swirl between us
haze and shadow and candlelight
cut through by a shaky voice
terrified that the world might hear
might see this worship and name it sin
The walls here keep every secret
wood and brick that steadied trembling hands
and soaked in the whispered confession
spoken again now only to a dark room
where swaying together a handful of souls
grasp at smoke and breathe deeply
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What’s the closest you’ve come to experiencing true awe?
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The Light is On 
12 responses to “Sin”
Breathtaking, simply breathtaking. Thank you for sharing this.
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Thanks for reading! (: it means a lot
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The closest I’ve come to experiencing true awe was when I saw the scenery out west at Grand Tetons National Park.
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Cool! The Western USA is such an incredible landscape. I haven’t been to Grand Tetons yet but I’d love to go some day.
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It’s amazing. The scenery is to die for, and it’s great for hikers.
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So lovely and expressive. I liked the way your taking on this walk with your descriptive wording. ❤️🤗
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Thanks Joni! I’ve been trying to make my poems of late feel more vivid–hope it’s working! Cheers (:
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I have experienced awe on several occasions and every time was in nature, viewing it for what it truly is. The kind of experience that makes one (or at least me) begin to weep.
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This is quite superb. So incredibly evocative and the mystery is spellbinding.
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Thank you so much! Means a lot (: glad you enjoyed the poem. Cheers!
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Wow! This is dark.
I guess the memory is failing. Can’t think of anything. 🙂
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Have you ever felt God stopped talking?
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