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My Bible

has a hole

where Jesus

goes in and out -

like the breathing

of His Father.

Mary seeks

sanctuary, and has

chosen

to reside

only in the spaces

allowed by God - 

between the believers

and the non. 

Hers is

the home where

the pictures above

the hearth

are fuzzy and faint

and signed by an

unknown Hand.

People still

bow and pray

to her as the Mother

of the Son - forgetting

and offending -

the Chosen

and the One.

(c) jim hill (12-26-09)