MARIA CARGILLE: Finally, They Told Me I Could Go Back

Subdued sunlight
plays over stained glass
as I sink to my knees
before the God who made me.

My eyes fill when
I lift them to meet His.

We glow as
love burns a bridge between us,
and I am consumed
but not destroyed.

At long last,
I am home.


Maria is blessed.


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