The Angel of Saint Simons

A Rorschach Test for believers?

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I see her every time I look
To me it’s like an open book.
But others have some trouble here.
They question me; they don’t see her.

On the beach, while walking west,
On my own, no special quest,
Just waiting for the sun to set.
Hoping to catch the very best.

Didn’t see her when she appeared,
As I was walking, as I neared.
Just another photo op
To catch the sun as she dropped.

It’s my hobby — taking pics
Of the sun, her many tricks.
As she rises in the East,
Or when she sets, at very least.

I’ve caught her in a great turmoil,
As if she’s making water boil.

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I’ve caught her in her cooler moods,
As if she’s sorry to intrude.