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(Stupid AI picture, like is it that hard to put the bell tower on center of the peak?) |
As I was watching last night's full moon rise and a passing thunderstorm the old disco song "Knock On Wood" by Amii Stewart came to mind:
On wood, baby
Early funky techno. I like it. Grew up with it.
I was feeling all reverent and holy and enjoying the beauty and power of nature, but as always my soul strayed to the sensations and desires that are ever-present but often shut away in their own little treasure box. Those things that we want but aren't supposed to want. So then the Hozier song "Take Me to Church" came to mind:
Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Sometimes I feel like I am the High Priestess of an emptiness, with no deities to share my reverence. And sometimes I feel like a Goddess with no priest or priestess to recognize me. I commune with Nature frequently but it can be lonely to not have someone who wants to share that. The Devil didn't want me so I've started going to God's house, looking for company and salvation and divinity. I haven't hated it. But I'm not a good Christian and I'm wondering when the other church-goers will figure that out. I know God and I know He wants us to be happy. Even when our earthly Heaven is lonely.
Good God, let me give you my life.
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