RELIGION Poem: These Holy Tears, by Samantha Currey

I sit here, in this cathedral of my bones, watching the rain fall through the stained glass of my eyes.
The fall
of
each
drop,
washing me clean like holy water.
Absolving me of my guilt and shame and cleansing my soul.
Refracting the light of the Son through the colored panes of my eyes.
The light… His light is shining, glowing, inside this cathedral of mine.
As the hushed songs of the water become a balm to my lamenting soul.
This Sanctuary where my heart and my desires are both sacrificed
at the altar of my God.
Mournful, keening hymns e c h o between the arches of my ribs.
These holy tears fall
unbidden,
like, r
a
i
n,
down my face.

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