her faith,
not sleeve-worn
was threadbare
from use -
aged with time and trials
like her tender, frail face.
patterns of her life,
trailed across both -
etching detail
some subtle,
some not so.
her faith -
once a cloak she bore
sometimes struggling
under its weight.
and heat.
now a drifting feather
on the breeze -
a filmy, translucent veil -
so beautiful in the sunlight,
like her tender, frail face.
(Copyright 2007)
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