Eyes
With a piercing
Gaze, staring straight
Into mine. Arms, folded into
A prayerful embrace, as if holding my…
Soul
Her expression is blank, but I
See in it, more love and devotion than I expect.
I am left breathless by her
Beauty. My heart longs, simply to…
Hear her speak.
It is as if She
Were alive, though she died
Long ago, as a…
A Martyr.
Her face, so full of Peace
Does not betray that she was be
-headed, nor say how much pain she dealt with.
Still, I find myself crying. Peace be with thee,
Philomena.
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