Creed

I am the prophet of my own unraveling.

The cadence of your voice, my holy book.

Your callused fingers, the cross I cling to.

Your name, the prayer I whisper, out of habit, out of reverence.

And when shards of light creep into my sanctuary of dusk,

let this be my heaven.

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