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