Falling Plum Poetry
Sunday, February 20, 2011
As the senses begin
to thicken like an abandoned stream
full of yesterday's sediment,
the inner eye
is sharpened.
The past and present
knit together
with acidic
nightmarish clarity
and the full garment
comes at last
into focus.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Eucharist
Wrapped in the gold
of Divinity,
You offer us
the sweetness
of Your Love,
given to us
by human kindness.
Taste and see
the goodness
of the Lord.
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