to be my rearguard.
Your angels assign themselves
as ministers to all
who call on your name.
And I say, thank you
and the gratitude spills plenteous.
I have broken open my heart
as a vial of perfume.
I have poured the inner oil
over your feet beautiful.
I am coming through what fractures
into a greater praise.
I am entering by the gate narrow
to find a garden expanding on my sight.
I will put on shoes of the news that is good
and walk it holy into the ground
where healing herbs are bruised, the fragrance seeps,
and we are loved as we are.
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