I have seen sinners saved
from bloody knees,
and heard angels sing
from holy things.
But you, my love,
are the bells that ring,
in a heathen’s choir
when the devil sings.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
A slip of Heaven
I have seen sinners saved
from bloody knees,
and heard angels sing
from holy things.
But you, my love,
are the bells that ring,
in a heathen’s choir
when the devil sings.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Rhymes and Reasons
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
author website and blog of Kristiana Reed
they peal
we would feel
the need to heal
and deal with it
now
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Love, passionate love, knows not of any boundary between heaven and hell. Its soul is heathen, attuned to nature’s older order than those illusions.
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Nicole sings to a lover.
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Nicole Lyons
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