In the bright dawn of a May morning
he called me away from the darkness
The self-addicted yawning of inward looking
To the glory
of standing by his side
facing the rising sun
smelling the smoke of it all passing away
on his clothes, on his skin
his earthy, scratchy skin
and feeling the brush of his sleeve
as he takes my hand
just a little bit into the morning
a few winks into the day
we aren't golden
we aren't special
we aren't enlightened
but we are Alive
and that's halfway to glory,
my heart's Friend.
My life as a Catholic Warrior Princess.
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