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Aug 2015
The strangest thing was
Wben I awoke
from my drunken stupor.
The drunk tank was empty.
Except for me..

The foul smelling
mix of ***** and defecation
Still  filled my nostrils.
The wrenching of my stomach,
Told me I had  survived another binge..
The half light of a moonbeam
Peeped in through the window bars
of my familiar cell.

Thats when I saw her.
She stood over me so white
Translucent lightness.
kindness glowing in  her face
and in her eyes.
Oh her eyes.

So  pure and beautiful.
She knelt beside me
Folded her wings of gossamer
About me.
she had tears in her eyes.
She was weeping for me.
Are you nt tired of this?
she said
Do you not want to enjoy the
beautiful world he made for you.
Do you want your children back?

She prayed for me.
For me a worthless drunk.
Her tears fell onto my head
Like a baptism
I feel reborn.

She knelt in the human
waste in the filthy cell
And prayed for me.
Then she melted into light.
That was the day
I stopped drinking
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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