door I left doors closed some best not open— hat-and white-glove grew me up mother beckoned I swerved away she never forgave oh, we talked pleasant enough but she despised my way sacred song, meditation prayer she, facts, what one could touch I, feelings, mystery
Thanks for commenting, Emily. It sure saddened me throughout my life.... It was devastating to me that both my (atheist) parents disliked my spiritual life so much, because it was my center, my strength. Who I am.
this is a sad and poignant one today...
Thanks for commenting, Emily. It sure saddened me throughout my life.... It was devastating to me that both my (atheist) parents disliked my spiritual life so much, because it was my center, my strength. Who I am.