Miracle

 

 

 

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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