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"The Ritual" [A]

You greet Me
each morn
in Your soft and hazy form.

For a moment, obscured,
by the darkness, inured,
yet soon the shadows fade.

A Sun so shy
finally arrives—
drizzles beams
across Your body
like the mists of fine, light rain.

Adorned, You are,
in a saintly, hallowed glow.
Adored, You remain,
devoured by these hungry eyes.

Such is the ritual
of a year’s worth of holy days
spent by Your side.

In mind, in body
I am Yours.
Written by Mikash (Michael Ash Sharbaugh)
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