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I Will Shake Your Hand

The ring depicts a promise of fidelity. I smile as you stand in your cloak. That headgear is the symbol of the tongues of fire. I smile as you receive that formal mitre, while that pastoral staff is a shepherd's crook. I smile as I know that staff will be used to smite a great oaken door. I smile as I hear that resonant bong; I see that ring with its diocesan crest. You say you will pledge yourself to those who gaze. A ring on that hand, that hand holds a staff, the staff smites a door. I smile as a non-believer, though it is a smile of great affection. (7 May 2024)

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Date: 5/9/2024 9:12:00 PM
Thought provoking and visual. Well done my friend. Thanks for sharing...........peace!
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Andrew John
Date: 5/20/2024 8:34:00 AM
Thanks so much, Ricky.
Date: 5/7/2024 4:31:00 PM
your words echoed in my mind long after I finished reading your poem. How striking these lines were:That headgear is the symbol of the tongues of fire. I smile as you receive that formal mitre and that pastoral staff is a shepherd's crook. But those last couple of lines stung of a harsh reality. Well done. Enjoy your evening, Sara
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Andrew John
Date: 5/9/2024 3:49:00 AM
Many thanks Sara, for saying this.

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