PRAYING TO JESUS, LATE DECEMBER, 2014

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Beloved,
I have knelt by streams of blood
seen the light that cuts a shadow cross the palm of every hand.

Let me eat your flesh and drink your blood
until I hear how loud the wheat grass wails
as it is butchered from its stalk.

Then will I eat your bread no more,
forever.

 

 

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PRAYING TO JESUS

right eye

 

1973

My room has no door but you

knocked anyway.

Outside in the moonlight the yard had the marks of a leopard.

Wind rocked the limbs of a chinaberry tree.

But I was sleeping and did not hear you

knocking.

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