Ancient stone and mortar,
walls crumbling with careless time,
the sun in the sky
somehow looks older here,
and the moon,
seemingly always full,
shines brighter.
I can feel an energy
like sweet incense,
easing my soul.
I close my eyes
and feel his touch,
I feel his oils drip
and slide down
the side of my face,
mixed with sweat
and tears of joy,
I am anointed.
All my troubles...
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