i rise from a fire so bright that i almost look like an angel,
beaming in almost full white regalia pure as the heavens.
before me clouds part and it feels like the skies are opening up.
and to God i chant:
A Bulegile! (They are open!)
Magodimo a Bulegile! (The heavens are open!)
i rise from a fire, for i am of the fire
but it still hurts to open your eyes when
the light itself so bright.
i make fists and shake them before I reach for my scripture,
mouth a prayer and to the coals I say, “I forgive You.”
to God I chant:
A Bulegile! (They are open!)
Magodimo a Bulegile! (The heavens are open)
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