bless me farther

than my last confusion,
the last profession of this secret 
sky. farther than this raging 
sea, higher than these unquiet 
stars. it’s been too long since 
i’ve been on my knees, listening
to all you’ve laid before me: grace
genuflected in crescent scars. 

written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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