i would see this as mass, which, as it happens, is quite boring. i went last night for christmas, and the priest made my little cousin take off his gloves before getting communion, which i thought was pointless and a waste of time, a little like mass in general if you ask me. oh, and dont even get me started on the choir, ugh!
We walked to the altar en we were having a laugh. hihi my wife gniggled. I said well you know i dont want to merry anymore because my cat is sick. Is your cat sick? That not nice, i can understand you dont want to merry anymore. I see you!
I knelt by the altar and as the priest approached me to serve me the host I broke out in a fit of laughter that could not be controlled. The priest, at first, waited for me giggling to stop but finally walked past me and offered my sister “the body of christ.”
Slamcake on the altar. Altar bones in the pants of the Lord. The Lord’s cameraphone has lost its charge. The charging batterycone has eaten a candy. Candies everywhere, elves are dangerous. Dangerous and hungry. Hungry for altar. Altar blood.
She rises from her deep sleep, and as she wakes she sees him holding the light before her face, and she holds her hands and makes him believe that she has become one with herself again.
But she just paints the lie white she knows what’s broken. how can you fix it?
I set myself as an altar for You, so that You may be glorified and praised. I offer myself as an instrument to You, so that all that sees and hears what I do will be awed at what Your greatness has accomplished on me, who had nothing. You are forever beautiful and worthy of all praise and thanks.
This reminds me of the time when I was bar mitzvah’d. We went up to the alter…which is actually the bima. I recently went to catholic mass where they had an altar and jesus christ was on a crucifix up there and the service was intense but i didnt like it so much Job my R.A was there and we bonded a little but he wants to convert me. Haha
where you get married and give vows to promise to love and cherish each other for ever! Between a man or a woman unless otherwise where the dress is what its all about and then the honeymoon begins.
Yesterday we had the changing kind – and now the sacrificial one, with its mysteries of blood and gifts and the idea of deity. Not sure I can run with that – though it might be comforting, in a weird way, to think of something with a benevolent finger on the button.
the priest sits. he waits. i feel the pressure coming into my throat. am i coming at the right time? do i have everything i need? sweat beads up and drips down my forehead. i put one foot in front of the other. alternating. and then. i feel it.
Meet me at the altar. White dresses and cakes. Sacrifices of cats. Left at the altar. Why didn’t you meet me there? I have a cat for you! I can’t write anymore. My sixty seconds is up. HELP!
I read about a broken altar in my Brit Lit class. It was a poem that was about a broken altar that had been cemented with tears. We thought the broken altar was a sinner and the tears were because they were confessing to God. IT was interesting.
Hmmm I think perhaps, I got yesterdays word and todays word mixed up. Alter and altar. Well…now I feel dumb. I have to laugh and smile though…cause they really got me with this one. Haha!!
I just went to a funeral the other day. It was for my neighbor, a grandfather. His whole family was there, and all their friends. I felt like such an intruder: just a neighbor, at something so personal as a funeral. There was an altar there. With these flowers. They were the wrong color.
wedding a man and a woman taking wedding wows. the bride is beautiful.the church is full of people there are little beautifully dressed girls carrying flowers there is a ring bearer a little boy even the family dog is behind the brides mum is crying
She hated that altar, she hated the things that happened at it, and most of all she hated the man behind it. He was the groom, and he was handsome, and charming looking, but she hated him. he was a cheater and a fake, she knew the venom behind his smile, and how many men that venom had killed, and she hoped to never see him again. she sighed as the priest said “you may now kiss the bride” and she leaned in a little to receive the obligatory kiss, as the groom lifted the veil from her face.
Sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity? No thanks. I’m perfectly fine with being dignified. With being a bastard in female form. I don’t know of very many things that I would rather have than my self-assurance and dignity. Confidence is vital to my mental health.
altar, we must be getting married. is it that time again? people watching the entire time we attempt to profess our love for each other…I mean is it to let everyone know? what is the point of publicy joining another person? I don’t see one…honestly, that person knows already
Altar is religiously connotative. I haven’t heard it used in any other sense. Except perhaps the alter of dignity. I guess an alter is just someplace where something is slaughtered. Like a zombie alter, I suppose.
when somthing is added to weither or not it needs it. or your adding to a piece of work that isnt good enough. or if something needs work being done to it.
An altar is a sacred place of worship. It is a place of redemption, forgiveness and the love of God that has lasted for over 2,000 years. It is a beautiful place of worship in many religions.
I’ll be the rock that holds you
when ocean threatens its waves
I will hold you to the sky tonight
the moonlight shining in your eyes
I’ll hope you see me.
“Come with me, boy,” said the priest to young Billy O’Leary, “and I will show you the Universe!”
The boy stepped forward and Father Edmunds took his hand, leading him into the basement of the rectory. Down a short hallway, there was an old dusty door with a padlock on it. Father Edmunds winked at the boy as he turned the key. “If you bend down, you will see it!” Billy O’Leary put his hands on his knees and bent at the waist. As the door opened, he could see a rift in the fabric of space-time, the vastness of the galaxy clusters, slurping black holes, and multiple Big Bangs mixed with the microscopic sub-atomic particles in one all-encompassing panorama.
He came into the place. There was nothing there for him. Nothing to give and nothing to take. Maybe that was the point. He laid his heart at the altar. And walked away. It is finished.e
isn’t alter the thing you stand on when you get married? Married people bless your hearts. But marriage is the stupedest thing ever inveted. It never lasts. Can’t wait for the day that I’m up on the alter saying I do(: regret the day I say this was all a big mistake now I have a little one on the way married to a man I love but can’t stand..ALTER(:
An altar can be a place of anyone’s cherished purpose. An altar may be a shrine in the closet. An altar may be a place at the dinner table. An altar may be in your friend’s heart. It’s important to have such important places and to find importance in life.
It’s a place I’d like to be some day…I mean..maybe. Boys are stupid. People are stupid. They make choices and decisions that they will regret later. Maybe that’s just me. My story will be from an altar.
Cry. Remember. Saved. Communion. Church. Pastor. Altar call. Sermon. Sunday. Religion. This do in remembrance of me. In remembrance of Me eat this bread.
I once got a cut on my knee while kneeling at church. I am an atheist now. …not really because of that, but because my preacher was found masturbating in a bathroom stall in Florida.
i would see this as mass, which, as it happens, is quite boring. i went last night for christmas, and the priest made my little cousin take off his gloves before getting communion, which i thought was pointless and a waste of time, a little like mass in general if you ask me. oh, and dont even get me started on the choir, ugh!
We walked to the altar en we were having a laugh. hihi my wife gniggled. I said well you know i dont want to merry anymore because my cat is sick. Is your cat sick? That not nice, i can understand you dont want to merry anymore. I see you!
I knelt by the altar and as the priest approached me to serve me the host I broke out in a fit of laughter that could not be controlled. The priest, at first, waited for me giggling to stop but finally walked past me and offered my sister “the body of christ.”
Slamcake on the altar. Altar bones in the pants of the Lord. The Lord’s cameraphone has lost its charge. The charging batterycone has eaten a candy. Candies everywhere, elves are dangerous. Dangerous and hungry. Hungry for altar. Altar blood.
She rises from her deep sleep, and as she wakes she sees him holding the light before her face, and she holds her hands and makes him believe that she has become one with herself again.
But she just paints the lie white she knows what’s broken. how can you fix it?
I set myself as an altar for You, so that You may be glorified and praised. I offer myself as an instrument to You, so that all that sees and hears what I do will be awed at what Your greatness has accomplished on me, who had nothing. You are forever beautiful and worthy of all praise and thanks.
This reminds me of the time when I was bar mitzvah’d. We went up to the alter…which is actually the bima. I recently went to catholic mass where they had an altar and jesus christ was on a crucifix up there and the service was intense but i didnt like it so much Job my R.A was there and we bonded a little but he wants to convert me. Haha
where you get married and give vows to promise to love and cherish each other for ever! Between a man or a woman unless otherwise where the dress is what its all about and then the honeymoon begins.
oh woe is me, my best friends time has finally arrived, as i stand here in church on gods day of rest i think to myself what a short ride life is.
Yesterday we had the changing kind – and now the sacrificial one, with its mysteries of blood and gifts and the idea of deity. Not sure I can run with that – though it might be comforting, in a weird way, to think of something with a benevolent finger on the button.
the priest sits. he waits. i feel the pressure coming into my throat. am i coming at the right time? do i have everything i need? sweat beads up and drips down my forehead. i put one foot in front of the other. alternating. and then. i feel it.
heaven’s doorstep. kneel. pray. change. give. transform. peace. serenity. receive believe. love..
Meet me at the altar. White dresses and cakes. Sacrifices of cats. Left at the altar. Why didn’t you meet me there? I have a cat for you! I can’t write anymore. My sixty seconds is up. HELP!
a place where religious folk spend time. A place where Christians gaze upon, hoping god hears their cries
bluck…i dont like that word its like al and tar its gross if u think about it
It’s the stage of where the presence of God might be in, to celebrate life, death and love.
I read about a broken altar in my Brit Lit class. It was a poem that was about a broken altar that had been cemented with tears. We thought the broken altar was a sinner and the tears were because they were confessing to God. IT was interesting.
Standing there might one day fulfil me. One way or another, people will celebrate.
Hmmm I think perhaps, I got yesterdays word and todays word mixed up. Alter and altar. Well…now I feel dumb. I have to laugh and smile though…cause they really got me with this one. Haha!!
I just went to a funeral the other day. It was for my neighbor, a grandfather. His whole family was there, and all their friends. I felt like such an intruder: just a neighbor, at something so personal as a funeral. There was an altar there. With these flowers. They were the wrong color.
wedding a man and a woman taking wedding wows. the bride is beautiful.the church is full of people there are little beautifully dressed girls carrying flowers there is a ring bearer a little boy even the family dog is behind the brides mum is crying
nazlı elif
“I could smash his face in,” the priest offered.
“No. Not that. Keep his face intact. They have to identify the body before we can collect the reward.”
“Well, fuck all. I really wanted to smash his face in.”
She hated that altar, she hated the things that happened at it, and most of all she hated the man behind it. He was the groom, and he was handsome, and charming looking, but she hated him. he was a cheater and a fake, she knew the venom behind his smile, and how many men that venom had killed, and she hoped to never see him again. she sighed as the priest said “you may now kiss the bride” and she leaned in a little to receive the obligatory kiss, as the groom lifted the veil from her face.
Sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity? No thanks. I’m perfectly fine with being dignified. With being a bastard in female form. I don’t know of very many things that I would rather have than my self-assurance and dignity. Confidence is vital to my mental health.
altar, we must be getting married. is it that time again? people watching the entire time we attempt to profess our love for each other…I mean is it to let everyone know? what is the point of publicy joining another person? I don’t see one…honestly, that person knows already
Altar is religiously connotative. I haven’t heard it used in any other sense. Except perhaps the alter of dignity. I guess an alter is just someplace where something is slaughtered. Like a zombie alter, I suppose.
She kent at the alter
cold tears on her cheek
puddling on the cold wood.
nothing could bring him back.
her pain, tears.
suffering.
nothing.
nothing could open is cold blue eyes.
A hand touched her back,
a friend of his.
stranger.
kneling by her at the alter.
He put his cold hand on her.
still.
keeping the connection.
he sat them down on the alter; The dagger, the wine, the sacrifice. The wine flowed down her skin as the dagger made contact.
my bed used to be an altar of sorts.
I miss those months
when I prayed there.
When I cried there
and tore my heart there.
when somthing is added to weither or not it needs it. or your adding to a piece of work that isnt good enough. or if something needs work being done to it.
a place where two people become one unit. Often a marking point of ensuring happiness. Which is pointless, because happiness comes without a journey.
An altar is a sacred place of worship. It is a place of redemption, forgiveness and the love of God that has lasted for over 2,000 years. It is a beautiful place of worship in many religions.
I’ll be the rock that holds you
when ocean threatens its waves
I will hold you to the sky tonight
the moonlight shining in your eyes
I’ll hope you see me.
“Come with me, boy,” said the priest to young Billy O’Leary, “and I will show you the Universe!”
The boy stepped forward and Father Edmunds took his hand, leading him into the basement of the rectory. Down a short hallway, there was an old dusty door with a padlock on it. Father Edmunds winked at the boy as he turned the key. “If you bend down, you will see it!” Billy O’Leary put his hands on his knees and bent at the waist. As the door opened, he could see a rift in the fabric of space-time, the vastness of the galaxy clusters, slurping black holes, and multiple Big Bangs mixed with the microscopic sub-atomic particles in one all-encompassing panorama.
He came into the place. There was nothing there for him. Nothing to give and nothing to take. Maybe that was the point. He laid his heart at the altar. And walked away. It is finished.e
isn’t alter the thing you stand on when you get married? Married people bless your hearts. But marriage is the stupedest thing ever inveted. It never lasts. Can’t wait for the day that I’m up on the alter saying I do(: regret the day I say this was all a big mistake now I have a little one on the way married to a man I love but can’t stand..ALTER(:
An altar can be a place of anyone’s cherished purpose. An altar may be a shrine in the closet. An altar may be a place at the dinner table. An altar may be in your friend’s heart. It’s important to have such important places and to find importance in life.
It’s a place I’d like to be some day…I mean..maybe. Boys are stupid. People are stupid. They make choices and decisions that they will regret later. Maybe that’s just me. My story will be from an altar.
Cry. Remember. Saved. Communion. Church. Pastor. Altar call. Sermon. Sunday. Religion. This do in remembrance of me. In remembrance of Me eat this bread.
I once got a cut on my knee while kneeling at church. I am an atheist now. …not really because of that, but because my preacher was found masturbating in a bathroom stall in Florida.