Remitted

My halo turned out to be a mirror.
It reflected sun and moonlight.
It reflected rich green grass
and you reclining at my feet.

This realization that my halo
glowed from without instead of within
caused me to doubt
an inner light.

My doubt dimmed my halo,
fogged the mirror.
My doubt shuttered my mental agility.
My doubt remitted my saintliness.


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