lei is me

Her face is poised and ever-sweet, full of grace and love.

Her mantle frames her lovely smile; her hands point far above.

Folded in such perfect prayer, a tear rolls down her cheek.

Her Son adored, her Son abhored,

and so much more beneath.

Ne’er a sin her soul to stain, was her grace divine?

A gift from God, so true and just,

A gift that’s never mine?

I do not want to be this way, I know it’s sin to covet.

But when I see her dainty wrists, my shame rises above it.

The perfect woman, mother, wife, with faith that’s never shaken.

The purest heart within her chest,

A Mother’s love awakened.

In thought, word, deed, I ever sin against the Holy Father.

My armor ripped from off my body,

What’s a knight without her honour?

I’ll always crave to be like her, and do His will like she.

But with this blacked stain of sin, will I ever be free?

-Leisan Yusupov, September 10 2025