Thought Cathedrals

Thought Cathedrals, a long narrow building  made of stone with high ceilings and newspapers for wallpaper, information glued to all the walls and floors and the ceiling...  pages upon pages and crisscrossed with gobs and gobs of glue,  the securely fastened   unsightly  Frescos  are adhered , News   from the past, the future and the now, words glued in permanency to the dual's of  thought energy immobilized for an interim  upon their hard surfaces until the next reader takes the time.

Shall we Pray? crawl up the isle on bent knees..  exercise ritual.....?  I Put holy water in my  hair from the blessed  spring waters of Cartago  yet it remains Gray, was it my lack of faith? Maybe my graying slowed, I am sorry, I am thankful  forgive me, I did not leave you a trinket... but share my words and thoughts with you out of respect.


Q: What do you call an Italian Cowboy?
A: A love Donkey.

Q: Why do sins of the flesh feel so good?
A: Because they are not.

We are all safe crackers.... or just plain old cheese and crackers please,  we spin the numbered  dials we carry in our minds.
We all wear stethoscopes listening for the tumblers to slide  and green scrubs for that important look.

Wiping sticky goo and  crumbs from our lips......

All those newspapers pages  where do  they wind up?  but pasted to the wall of the thought Cathedrals......

Praise for the unsung in some streaming future.

Now, please do feel free  tell me all about it, all knowing ones. I hope and pray God has a sense of humor.

Thought Cathedrals.