Tuesday, February 28, 2017

New Poem II

winding my way
through spirals of gray

to embrace a message
that led others to fight wars

what is my purpose in all this
I am clumsy and easily confused
in this labyrinthine space

I ask for a blessing in the end
The rector has no oil
but says a prayer on my behalf
for my health

I have knelt to accept's Christ's sacrifice
This I did early in life many times,
but without real wine and real bread.

I will return again tomorrow
to wind my way through another
journey through the book of common prayer

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