On the grapevine.

On the grapevine.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Material wealth
has no place
in a cathedral mind
where the church bells ring,
and when spirits free
climb the stairway to heaven
to lodge,
the book of knowledge closes,
the bodies spiral down
the stairs dead,
divorced from reality
only the dream lives on.

© 2020 andrew mitchell

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"Material wealth has no place in a cathedral mind" -- what an opening! They say to open with something that slaps us across the tush! All my life, earning sufficient money to fritter away on nonsense, I became poor when I became disabled. Getting used to this new normal for my life, I often pictured the monk living an unworldly life in the hills, trying to pattern my outlook in that way. When I first moved here I felt my life was pretty barren. Ten years later, I am daily floored by the abundance. Having STUFF blinded me from this perspective all my life until now. Love this poem! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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