Now it’s complete, because it’s ended here.
~Frank Herbert, Dune


I’ve given up my body to be burned
and my faith that could move mountains
now lies in shards like a looking glass,
darkly.

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The desert fathers remember us daily
in their devotions: they ask Our Lady
to pray for us now
and at the hour that we wake.

*

We gather dust
among fragments of Bibles and psalters
and paintings of angels in prayer.

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This I yet believe: the day will come
when Our Lady of Lost Souls
sends us back from exile
into the aspens and Indian summer.