I saw her like a unicorn emerge from the white flames, flames of the sweetest fragrance of burning incense from prayers beneath alters where only elders have knelt to pray…

A place where heavy hearts become lightened by a beam of hope shining right accross from the cross where blood and water spilled dripped to clean like a cleansing as of a mythical hyssop!

The fragrance of love, a break out of mercy and an overflow of grace; all at once as the heavens listened and earth became still…

Each passing day becomes that tale to tell, a melody to sing and a poem to write


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