When Death Gives Life
The Twenty-One become this fluttering thrum at the base of my own neck.
They live in the thoughts of my mind and their blood pounds in my head.
This is the mystery of The Nation of the Cross.
Our brothers die, but give us more life and strength to persevere.
I am moved to hold them and to remember their last moments.
My hat goes off to cover my heart.
I want to honor The Son.
Like The Twenty-One
Bernadette
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