Friday, October 1, 2010

St. Therese of the Child Jesus (patron of AIDS sufferers)

I clenched my teeth

and could not speak,

even beneath that quilt

made out of goldenrod.

I am destined to live

in another soil.

I dream of the desert.

on the other side of the sun,
I found a golden elevator

to carry me to Jesus.

my way is all

confidence and love.

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