One of my earliest memories

…ions of the cross in stained glass,
 the remembrance of God’s wrath thundering from the pulpit
 and the fragrance of incense saturating the stillness.
 
 There’s the memory of a plucked string trembling in the night, 
 the majesty and shadow of a red…
I’m Learning the Different Meanings of Silence
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Theodore McDowell
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Jan 6, 2025
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One of my earliest memories
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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