Upon a dusty shelf
by Taurenelle
I felt her in the other room
before my Monday lauds
quieting my mind
from upon a dusty shelf
hushing me to the kind of sleep
you only have when you’re awake
breaking my temptations
with her stillness
listening to my countless woes
with endless patience
I felt her from my desk
forty miles away
quieting my mind
from upon a dusty shelf
tempering my wrath
against those trying their best
deflating my greed
as I tally my sins
showing my pride
the giants it stands on
I felt her from the nave
as my vespers came to a close
quieting my mind
from upon a dusty shelf
blessed by a father
oh so long ago
teaching me strength
from behind delicate, glass eyes
whispering truths
I let myself forget
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