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| My First Holy Communion |
At St. Joseph's,
I fell in love with Jesus.
Never heard His voice
but some of my thoughts
were His thoughts.
I hid nothing--
could hide nothing--
from Him.
I explained myself
constantly--
why I did this or that,
felt this or that,
wanted this or that.
Jesus always told me
what would please Him.
Sister Millicent called this
my state of grace.
Even now we talk sometimes.
You’re only an illusion, I scold.
Why can’t you be more?
I forgive you, He always says.
But I can’t forgive You, I answer
wide-eyed and fidgity,
tho I know He understands.
wide-eyed and fidgity,
tho I know He understands.
