I have painted my home in visual altars –

Uncountable reflections of that which I call God.

Jesus, Mary, and the Saints

Shining faces of Shekinah’s grace.

My children – living beacons of my joy.

The family from whence I came

and to the grave where one day I will go.

Everywhere I look I’m reminded of

Who I am,

Who I love,

Who I choose to be,

and

The death that will one day

welcome me home.

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