Christ and Communion: Part 1

Back when I was small And the black suits were tall, There were services that went on too long, First one man would preach And another would teach Then the people sang melancholy songs, While black suits would bear With quiet, solemn care Bread and juice up aisle and down.

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Holy Light

In the bottom of a small-town inn, Between the heaving sides of cattle beasts, The stench of moldy straw, wet wool, And pungent waste ladens the muggy air. The babble of babies, The snores of strangers, The hissing argument of friends falling out Cannot quite cover the desperate groans Of a tired young woman below … Continue reading Holy Light

Beautiful Hands

White, As winter’s snow, Soft, As rose petals, Smooth , As silk, Slim and long. These are pretty hands. Brown, From the hot sun, Rough, From days of toil, Scarred, By nails, Large and calloused. These are beautiful hands, The hands of Jesus.