We walked across the border
carrying a statue made of mud
details were carved upon the clay
but within contained a holy woman
her head bowed in prayer while she
patiently waited for her release.
The border guards took a close look
questioned the jewels upon her crown
tapped and prodded but let us resume our journey.
carrying a statue made of mud
details were carved upon the clay
but within contained a holy woman
her head bowed in prayer while she
patiently waited for her release.
The border guards took a close look
questioned the jewels upon her crown
tapped and prodded but let us resume our journey.
They watched closely while we balanced
our treasure and crossed the border.
We hurried to a van then chiseled away
the mud releasing the ancient woman
who gasped for air. She gave us each a hug.
My question: “Why am I dreaming
about smuggling the Virgin Mary
across the border?”
Is there a message here I need
to understand?
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