If I could tell you I am not afraid
I would –

If I could tell you from the bottom of my heart
I would –

Cloisters vanish forth from an
Unknown source.

Confirming my presence to the
Dismay of my own reflection so I am

Dubious, at first, yet remain open
To the remedies of my time.

And before the song is over
I reveal among the stars

My own Self revelation
Succumbing to no one thing

Yet no longer chide my own
Discovery of who I am

As if my memory of these things
Became sacred to the Truth that they are real.

Cloisters of my own self
Healed and repaired by my own hands

As sacred as these halls are hallowed.

© K. James Ribble