NaPoWriMo # 38

The First Sacred, Joyful, Mystery


I didn’t use to smoke
but one day Our Lady of Sorrows
put her hands on my back,
approached my face,
and whispered in my right ear:
go ahead smoke,
give Our Heavenly Father some smoke,
and may nobody
be warned of his presence.

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