Pilgrim Feet

bare and bruised,
my pilgrim feet
stumble steps
in sermon to you,
homages to passion,

to reach rough tops
of temple spires
where bells decree
a beating toll
for desire's deity,

to rejoicingly cant
holy scriptures
of revelation written
by feminine demands,

Love is God
in these lands,
born in the bosom
of a burning homily,

fire blessed me,
You are the Word,
that starts on my lips
and ends there too,

a miracle-making
puppeteer of unseen
strings binding my heart,
pulled by your hands.

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