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wait for frightened lashes
pressed upon purple skin
bruised by someone's sweet intention
to .
Wake me with the morning light
Simple chapel
you are but a single room
God made you with white clay
a dull stone floor
coated with the dirt
that I tracked in.
I have made this chapel home
returning through the door of the Lord
when I have begun my lies again
I bow my head,
fold my hands
and the chapel keeps its quiet
My Words
I speak to an imagined priest
now bathed in the shadow
of my confession
o Mary conceived without sin
Pray for us who have recoursed to thee
Those who promise to believe again.
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