Is this place closer to god
By virtue of geography
I climb granite stairs
That sparkle beneath the sun
At one point all I see is sky
As though I am on my way to heaven
But all I find
Is a view of the city
Spread across Canada’s
Laurentian valley I can see
The St. Lawrence from the doors of St. Joseph,
Worker, healer, patron saint against doubt & hesitation.
Wind swirls my hair my plans
I almost lose my balance
You could drown just by being this open
Just this blue and open
I am that and waiting too
Emptied vessel
Cracked yet holding
On.
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