Within Every Funeral Mass Options

[Aphrodite]

Embalmed in every funeral mass,
through sounding trumpets,
life's lessons of meaningful encouragement
gracefully remind,
and still,
I sit naked and wonder~
is there more?…..

Through heartfelt tears; some
guilt-ridden, expressions bleed down
stained glass windows, cut of faithful
prayer and quietly~
universal bondage unravels for an hour,
and half-clothed, I wonder~
is there more?

After pauses of enlightenment,
my soulful center
opens up to revelations,
and with serene and hopeful
anticipation,
I believe that Heaven awaits me.

Ezekiel 16
I made you grow like a plant of the field. You grew up and developed and became the most beautiful of jewels. Your breasts were formed and your hair grew, you who were naked and bare.