Saint Rainey ( poem #3)

Pen is the sword,
Rainey is the spirit
letters kill
poems blossom

An ex-poet is no poet
Rainey was once a poet
An unjust law is no law
mistakes can be corrected

church is to gather
Rainey is the aim
preachings are to be ignore
the truth is to be listen

Healing is beauty
Rainey is the saint
miracle is its holiness
Hers is the spring

Dan,

I’m falling in love with this rainey creature… she sounds divine.

Very nice poem.

-Thirst

and here to thought, you were a doshbag.

but the reponse you post, is very understanding and sentimental, it conforms to your avate of a kitten playing a yarn.

Now you are in harmony with your word, and your nature of your avatar.

smiles,
DOn