Patron Saint of the Perforated Paper,
Keep my wooden heart in your tender gaze.
Grasp the Lamb and palm frond –
weapons meant to bring us heaven on earth.
Cut steel shields your radiant brow with
glory rusted from devotion long since exhausted.
And my prayers are all in silk laid side by side
by hand.
what is beautiful remains 
… are you sure that’s a lamb? It looks like a wolf in disguise.
‘Rusted devotion long forgotten’
I think you need to be a writer when you grow up.
Oh so beautiful!