Missal

I could be your missal again, but only
if you’ll hold me so carefully open
with both hands. For you, I could

be an answer to any question, a phrase
repeated in times of trial. Let me be

your one to hold, to call to. Let me
be yours again. If not, put me back
on the shelf to collect dust once more.

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