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the Book of Pain

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the Book of Pain | poetry for the soul the Book of Pain Skip to content Home Writings Bahá’í poetry Other writers About ← Older posts July 8, 2024 · 9:26 pm All that it took to get here I grew up when and where everyone knew you, so you couldn’t get away with much, although not for the trying. It was a world of mom-cooked meals, raucous card games, nightly novenas, and mass every Sunday. The Pope himself was my Shepherd; how could I want more? My parents grew up on the same street, she Protestant, he Catholic, but they weren’t allowed to converse until they were adults. When they were married they did so in the vestibule because she wasn’t good enough for “The Church” proper. Such was their sin, unoriginal as it was, some of mom’s brothers wouldn’t speak to her for years. (Not to worry; eventually, they needed something, so that was that.) It’s all bygones now, but still, they were them then and I am me now, and I hear that song still sung in my blood. So t...

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