Michiel Seaton is a new member of our group and shares with us some moments of passion from his experience.
How purple can it be? Michiel Seaton
As purple as the haze
Which hung around Hendrix
As he trail-blazed
The decade I lost my innocence
As purple as the valley
I entered with Ry
Where I finally found
The second love of my life
As purple as the wine
Which we drank on the bank
Of the river in France
With our first-born inside us
As purple as the Cardinals’ silk
Which means nothing to me
As I own my own sin
And won’t lend it to Christ
As purple as the prose
That springs in my mind
When I can’t find the words
That would sing of my love
[Michiel Seetan]
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