precious type

something about the perfection of response
the smallness of the book itself
a little thing
like a treat or a prize
there was a sense of completion
for each page
prayers said for centuries
a solemn burden that i loved with
all of my teenage heart
nothing before or since meant
so much for so little
i think about how i loved my catechism book
it was the memorized lines
and maybe facts blurring into consecration

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