Posted on September 27, 2017
by Means of Grace
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One string was laid Perhaps by grace. It had no sound Not one trace. One string was pulled And held in tension. But made no sound Not one mention. The string was plucked And laughed a bit. It had a voice But not quite…
Category: Ecumenical Travels, Italy, Orthodox, VaticanTags: Church, Italy, Poem, Poetry, Prayer, Vatican
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