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The church of rock and pillar is nothing without the many colours of light.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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The church was once my cocoon, yet now my time as a butterfly has come.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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In the black church I found a light within.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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The church invites the angel within all to spread confident wings as shelter for all mankind.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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To raise one's voice in song within the church is of no purpose if the heart doesn't do the same.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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Preach me church in your loving actions or not at all.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 29, 2020.
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For the most part, the forest was my church, for I need to be able to see the heavens, feel the openness, experience the sunlight and let the birdsong be a salve to my mind. It was then my mind was free, then that I felt I was enough. I was one animal walking among many, all of us different yet connected. I guess it simply felt homely in a way that felt right, me quietly giving of my affections and nature giving back, nurturing a part that those stone walls left cold. As I became older, I softened in my feelings toward those steeple spires, toward those bells and windows of many hues. For just as a house needs love to be a home, those walls of rock needed love to be a church. The day I felt that love, the day it flowed as easily as a natural breeze and the light of the son came from the eyes around, it felt right too.