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The Holy

March 2, 2018
By graceholtmann BRONZE, Saint Peters, Missouri
graceholtmann BRONZE, Saint Peters, Missouri
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Heaven
please take me in

Since my
Birth at a measly 7.5 pounds
I was convinced
There was nothing greater than wishing on stars
There was nothing more delivering than getting down on my knees
devoting myself to
your name
Since I was a miracle.

A simple phrase to pull me up from my personal hell
I cling to the thought of lilac painted skies and white lilies dancing with my body
Falling yet flying
further into the sun

The light was a treasure I felt not worthy of

I am not nearly religious enough to deliver on my promises
I murmur prayers
Not proclaim
I whisper  hymns

I preach to myself that I am holy
Only from the erasing emptiness I feel within myself
holy
Forever cursed

Heaven
I pray you take me in
For I am only lost when the clouds cover
Your
beauty


The author's comments:

As I have become older, I have lost some of the initial spark I had with finding God. This poem is about the hope I seek in my afterlife.


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