Healed

The quiet confidence of your words
Is the Liturgy I seek.
A solemn sweetness reaches in
To fix my fetal DNA.
A silent smile,
A wry twinkle,
An authority speaks.
Let us begin says

"Let there be Light,"
And I feel electricity.

So please don’t think
That I don't pray,
Or sing,
Or worship you.
And please don't forsake
Assembling
Yourself to me.
And don't forget the magic words
And their sacred order,
For you are the sacerdotal priest
To me.

-jenn long