You are my apostle
Breeding April in me
where the lilacs feed on happniness
to turn the wasteland of time
into
a composition of holy chime
I offer my submission
to our creation
Brought to life by the summer sun
My apostle still stands
On the altar of my life
Defining pious homage
in ecclesiastical notes
my labour for the
spiritual chalice of devotion
my messiah with his bowl
taught me
the eloquent language -- of love.
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