Southern Lilt of Greeting, and Farewell

The hour of loss and final partings

Gone in whiff, the hymnal drowns

While my ears still hear in beatings

Her southern lilt of greeting sounds

 

We lose in loss, good Wordsworth chimes

Of splendor, grass, and death through-seeing

Yet echoes throb our muffled cries

As waters soothe the haunt of being

 

~ A poem of cognac and mourning.

I can hear her still, and she makes me smile.

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My freedom from spiritual abuse happened when I walked away from the abusers. My healing and recovery from the complex trauma of spiritual abusers, spiritually abusive faith and toxic religion happened while I was still a Christian and continues to this day. My deconversion came later after many many years of studying the Bible, Christian apologetics, cults and spiritual abuse. When I realized that the Bible is not the inerrant Word of God, the only honest thing I could do was to stop calling myself a Christian. ~ Zoe

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