Dust Of A Star

July 16th, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

We have our crosses.dust of a star
Our splintered hands.
With these we pray
In our Gethsamanes
And rise to meet them
With only the moon in sight
And the dust of a star,
We brush off our knees.
We are what we are.

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