The cavernous hole in my chest
Could hold a church within
The holy bells swinging
Alongside every strangled breath

After swallowing shards of stained glass
Only dirt rests on my tongue
Blood decorates the marbled floor
Amen, amen

Sliced from the leaf of a book
Pages that crumble like stale bread
Language searing in my throat as if wine
My frail knees shatter

Onto the splintering wood
Embraced by none other than He
“By grace, through faith” I rasp
With my eyes sewn closed

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