Just So

Stories from a long and distant past

Grottos with grey statues

Crushed two-day old flower petals

Beneath the feet of an expectant penitent.

Waiting for remission

In a cancerous soul

Musty corners

Old church

Darkness hides dirt

Brightness of the candles

Captivates the eye

Tears come

Forming stars.

O lord I am not worthy

Humbled

I hide naked and afraid

That thou shouldst come to me

Leaving me to stand

Against a furious host

But say the words of comfort

Magic words

Spawned of wizards

Long dead but still alive.

And my spirit healed shall be

On my knees

Throwing dice with the corner boys

Praying and prattling

For a new pair of shoes.

The Nurse

Dressed in white and wonder

Wheels my chair to the solarium

The warm rays make me smile

Until I sweat.