God, I kneel
in sanctity
at the bottom
of my nuptial steps,
tired bodily,
uncleansed,
dead almost
in sleep.
Help me to
the heaven
of cool coverlets,
free from
masculine intrusion
and exclusions of me
feeling lent.
I'm spent.
Sally Plumb
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Prayer and faith can move mountains
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