Preach not…: A poem 

Preach not to my ear 

Blunt not my spear 

My inner voice does appear 

In my eye, like a tear 

Pain, I have not forsaken 

Grief, my spirit awakens 

What worth are material goals 

when humbled is the soul? 

I will grow my own roses 

with the thorns also in doses 

My heart, in honesty, thus reposes 

Preach not for all purposes 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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