~selling the sacredA Poem by Katherine Wyatt
She never would have seen the lie behind the orange robes
..holy men were supposed to be faithful He lied like honey on top of the most sacred mountain it took another of his kind to reveal him selling the sacred for the price of betrayal..... green is the new color for those in orange robes he believes in what he preaches but his heart .... was never as important as his head... how easy to be bought how many holy men are not... (c) Katherine Wyatt All Rights Reserved 2017
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Katherine WyattNew Orleans and Metairie, LAAboutI am the song the trees whisper in the wind. I am the strength of the mighty mountains. I am the song of the birds in the morn. I am always being reborn. I am a traveler in and out of space and time... more..Writing
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