Someone asked me for an example of my poetry in Chat, but seems to have disappeared since yesterday, so having found one which is appropriate, I'm sharing it here instead.

In the book of Communion, chapter 1 vs 1, Anaphalon of Gomorrah wrote:

1) He is the Lord, father of our father, brother of our brother, and child of our child. His communion is a grace upon us.

2) His plan is revealed in the heat of our love and in the sharing of His communion with family and stranger alike. And I have witnessed His demons, come into the world of men to stride the land beside us and anoint us into His service.

3) Let all who would honor Him know His Plan and accept His gift through the touch of their affection.

4) For all will find kinship in the strangers they meet. And in sharing with their newly found brothers, they will find Him, and will share with Him.

5) In His name will their mouths and their bellies will be filled to overflowing with His Spirit and they will be made one in His worship.

6) For blood of His blood are we. Of His blood are we made and to His blood will we return when the circle is complete.