word of the day: rage

          pulpit screamers, in fits of fury, claim the galaxies will savage 

the skies, crush us to dust in cosmic rage, seethe our souls

in lakes of havoc. if love is kind, these pious wolves have none. 

          dear gentle stars above. i pray i live to hear my husband's vows

and relish in his magick. may i be his hearth. may he be my home. 

if this bleak world forbids our right, 

we'll build our own — our days, our nights.        

let it be known, let it be shown. let it be known, let it be shown...