Isolation
Isolation
A quiet room,
an invisible altar,
a solitary being.
She understands silence
and even ‘welcomes’ it.
A glowing candle
ignites a hymn.
Underlying conditions
do not deter the rise and fall
of her beating heart.
A host of guides
daily ‘enter’ her dwelling space.
Their labored arms
give birth to love.
A soft bell chimes
through the halls.
She opens the door of her
hid-den cathedral.
With extended hands,
She ‘receives.’
She dials the phone—
I answer…
Her proclamation:
“The Body of Christ!”
I simply respond, “Amen.”
Emphatically, before she hangs up,
she whispers
“I Love You!”
The candle flickers.
The sweetest ‘communion’
I have EVER tasted.
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