as i listen
you traced the roots of your faith
to miracles,
cancer cured
a happy life ever after
a renewed life
from broken bones
sometimes in silence i begin to think
faith grows too
even without miracles and that is
the miracle itself
no crutches for my legs to stand
no fetish no superstition
no stories
plain conversation in the altar of
my humanity.
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