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Heavenward is skyward, as a child
I'd search past clouds, past stars at night
and moon's consecrated light.
In my room, St. Michael
fighting for souls
some out of order;
youthful fervor, devout -
billowing curtains, white wings
fluttering, soothing. Window screen
my confessional, eyes seeking God.
by Margaret Bednar, September 10, 2018
This is for (submitted rather late) "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads-Fussy Little Forms - Nonet".