Comfort of Stone

8.

NEVER KNEW THE WORDS. Never knew

the prayers. Never completed the path.

You were bullied at catechism. Never

went back. What you knew of faith

came from the earth. Grieving your father,

you sought afterlife through your fingers.

In rocks. In roots. In sun-drenched roads

with your mother.

Ignorant, ashamed before altars and saints,

in the llano, you felt a presence.

From stone,

a warmth you allowed inside,

enveloping

your absence-