Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
“My Lord,” said he.
But the spirit knew him not.
Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
Encountered a radiant form.
Then his steps were eager;
Bowed he devoutly.
“My Lord,” said he.
But the spirit knew him not.
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Priesthood means nothing to God as far as salvation is concerned.
You cannot find any ounce of theistic religion in these poems and if you do they only serve to mock the faith not validate it.
Is’t it so that many a ‘priest’ in odd garb (black frocks and dog collars for example), supposes that they walk in the sky (or are in touch with God)
God will not know you unless you give yourself to him