More Than Herself

She'd gone to find herself,

all the explanation left for her flight.

She had been running for years,

although she never knew what to or from

as she did that afternoon.

Rushing down streets with a question haunting her,

wooden doors bursting open for the first time since Sunday,

and she fell to her knees in front of a symbol,

familiar but never accepted.

As the light of a fast-fading day

cut through the windows,

rainbows and saints played on the floor,

and her face, and her heart,

almost saying to her "wait here."

In the stillness something settled,

and the two plain beams before her

made a home within her soul.

She knew she'd found more than herself.

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~7/14/04