St Filomena

she death no more her way
little girl was a virgin light
she no want to marry rough meaty man
who want to have his way with her
not in tune with christ
so she say no i no want to have bond with you
in muscle flesh bone that way
no not ever i do that
he try take her life and she came out of water
where he sunk her with heavy object
she was released with gods light
not power of men
she come out of water
hit with sharp object that went in her skin
but not killed as gods light heal her
but she was killed eventually
by the man she refused to marry
her remains in this tomb
where she was found and when touched by hands
to see what is this there are miracles of healing living white beauty
like ray golden fall from sky
land on hurt flesh bones of people
and take away hurt
then people say she blessed virgin girl
she was saint figure
in her heart she like water fragrant
with flower perfume
come from place of virgin god like energy
her body more below in consciousness to her
for her heart high in ethers
light flowing magical world
you know not attached to heavy body life
i see green ivy wrap round her form
how it plays easy and grows fresh pure on her
without soil needed
rich earth surround her white gown
as she lay asleep to folly of man
not tarnished by it
rise her spirit to mingle with saint energy
like stars
that light ethers
and rest above land of change and troubles

we are not the form people
i not sleep here like see
not with my hands do i work
not with my feet do i walk
not with my eyes do i see
but with gods light
these things done

be still
i die not ever not ever
god is my soul
i hurt with sharp objects
yet i suffer only if i move thoughts
to trouble my nature of purity
then i suffer
god not suffer he live glorious in my soul
open like worship place for people to come
christ there waiting with arms open
he friend best to me
not world people
kneel here with me to feel open catholic arch at church
the hymns say hallelujah rejoice
the footsteps walk land with bare feet
rejoice in him thru him with him
christ

kneel here
my soul sings every little tune that he sing
small whispers like brush strokes
so fine free in play creative
i kneel always by his feet
with my head resting there
he lay hand on my head
like this be people
not cover over this
god with me always
stars twinkle his eyes
god with me always

amen