8.
NEVER KNEW THE WORDS. Never knew
the prayers. Never completed the path.
You were bullied at catechism. Never
went back. What you knew of faith
came from the earth. Grieving your father,
you sought afterlife through your fingers.
In rocks. In roots. In sun-drenched roads
with your mother.
Ignorant, ashamed before altars and saints,
in the llano, you felt a presence.
From stone,
a warmth you allowed inside,
enveloping
your absence-
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