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Lost among churchgoers,
I find myself in Him
Who dwells in the sacramental hush
Lest memory unruffle grace.
In anonymity
There is the essence of an
Existence throbbing between
Sin and shrift.
Over the ashes
Of this Gomorrah,
I found the landmark
That I sought.
I find myself in Him
Who dwells in the sacramental hush
Lest memory unruffle grace.
In anonymity
There is the essence of an
Existence throbbing between
Sin and shrift.
Over the ashes
Of this Gomorrah,
I found the landmark
That I sought.
Illustration by Beatriz González Torre.
