Ghazal- Anita Gracey


Church bells presiding clear at mass
parishioners appear at mass

meek in life with strong footsteps
prayers hum you’ll hear at mass
focus adjusts a myriad light streams
historical images dance years at mass

bow at the body of His name
rosary beads shield fears at mass 

incense waves, priest nets sin             
you left walking free at mass   
atheist Anita, when her mum died  
derived tranquil comfort and cheer at mass.   

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