Woman of God
braising thoughts arose as my lifeless
body huddled in a fetal position i' d completed
thirty hail mary's an yet my macerated flesh
lay still as the sun began
to settle embedding itself almost oh how vain i was
thinking merely of beauty
my beauty taken in an instant on impact
how selfish i was addressing the father how dare you
why this isn't living an yet you promised
i shall die and live i doted on you believing every word
like a faithful child twitching kicking the paramedics
oh what a bad patient scolding the rescue workers
for saving my retched life
do they not see the father in view are they blinded
by the light the sullen hue
that consumed my being torn flesh from my face
ah in my lowliness my wisdom edified
as st anthony strolls by in a distant glare mending me
this sereme endeavor captured
my solace for peace although there was no peace
in my living i'd wandered deeply from earthly realms
a gentle peace in my dying bestowed me
i glanced at the road that swallowed me whole
leaving no sign of life it was then st theresa whispered
you are his child quickly i responded
oh no ma'am i'm not with child thinking only of my figure
she smiled a warm glow and whispered yet again
you are his child she gestured to another woman
st cicelia quite childlike to my eyes
she chanted you are woman you are child
do you understand i responded amidst my sufferage
for the sake of his sorrowful passion
i over stand his divine mercy
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