Big
tears fell down her patient face.
I
mean soupy bucketful tears.
Tears
that traveled within her
under
the emotional authorship of her heart.
Tears
outpouring from the cathedral of her being.
Tears
pooling then blessed gravity pushed,
out
from the hallways to her soul.
A
heartfelt ascension producing
a
fertile nature of moist presence
from
a wellspring of put-forth innocence.
A
self-baptism is this anointing,
this
waterfall prayer into a saintly glow.
There
was an inward explosion of light
eventually
there came this liquid
from
a lighthouse within.
Big
tears fell down her patient face
and
we were all deeply gifted
and
guided by the blessing that this is . . .
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