Army

Underneath her coat, she is a clean  house with white furniture: 
and beside her an army of the same. Never thought I would be the other: I was the girl who worked hard.

"Equipment failure!" shouts the worker. 

Never expected this: Am I only part of what I was created to be? Or was I created this way, so I could better hear the truth intended? 

I look under my coat: It is a dirty cave.  And no amount of cleaning will make it better. 

I Never Knew

Foreign antibody: 

Love is just four letters, correct ?

I never knew this kind of devotion. 

It keeps me bleary-eyed searching Google for the answers, then teary-eyed, looking up. 

Lord, now I know: Mary's love for the boy who would save the world. 

My body, tired and done, shatters into tiny stained glass fragments: through them, though, there is light.

There is light.