Rain in paradise

you talk of miracles:


eyes shine

skin gleams


you sweat the

Virgin Mary


water to wine

bread to body


high on prayer

the mass lingers.


Rain on mahogany

you spin your tale


you journey with

a flawed myth


blood to wine

stigmata always


blood drips from

catholic shrine


across the ages

you talk of miracles


it rains in paradise

I suspend belief


this one time.







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