Saturday, September 26, 2015

Every one of us is a saint

More on the icons. More on you. More on me. More on us.

Every one of us
Is a saint
We have been treated
As leftover wood
Until even one person arrives
Sees the gold
Even the possibility
Of gold
Within us
Writes our life
On wood
In gold
Perhaps a dragon
Under our feet,
Sword in hand
Kindly victory
In our eyes
Everyone is a saint
Every one of us
A reclaimed piece of wood
Perhaps reclaimed
Again and again.
Every one of us.

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