Sister
Why wander the dusty, broken cobbled roads
searching for our Beloved?
He has given His solemn promise
that He is with us always
In the blue of the heavens
spanning out endlessly
wearing a robe of stars
He embraces us
In the depths of our suffering
when pain clouds our mind
and serpents hiss incessantly
He cradles us in His arms
till the fever breaks and
our penance is done
He is our very breath
place your hands
over my heart, Sister
feel the hearthrob
of our Beloved
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