The Lady Lives .....
In these walls are etched the love of the Lady
engraved with grace are the lifetimes she's breathed
through the stones
the pulse that one feels
when the hands brush the roughness of each hand-cut block,
beckoning her spirit to embrace you in Her home
the Lady lives in every pore and every spore
that floats its way upon the air passing through the cavity of this holiest place
the stone in wall and floor and wood in door
holds Her close for eternity so that whomever enter in this space
Her heart and breath does theirs' embrace
leaving one part lesser than they were before entering through the door
that part now taken up with a kiss that speaks of how she still exists,
and the body deeply sighs with peace,
....once more.
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