Anonymous Saint:
You partook and I saw you burst into flames
The Ghost rained down upon our congregation,
And I could not help but marvel at the snow gracing the passersby,
Those patrons of the white mana,
As they journeyed on their exodus
Your spirit will rejoin the dust made infinitely bright
Your breath will light darkness
And slothfulness will bow to strengthened resolve
Not yet known by this row
[Written 28 March 2008]
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