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Thursday, August 02, 2007

Communion (a poem by Photini)

the risen Christ
gifts Himself
to us
in the Mysteries
Lord's Day after Lord's Day
and each time
i am an infant,
struggling,
paper-winged
moth
too near the blazing light,
trusting
only
in His grace,
His mercy.

in the fear of God, and with faith and love draw near
...if you say so...


i tremble and my wings do not ignite
as they ought, but
are cupped
gently
to His breast
where weekly i am astonished
by the all-consuming Love
the Divine Heartbeat
the rhythm of my life in sacrament
as I flutter and cling
flutter
and
cling

1 Comments:

Blogger i 7 said...

"trusting
only
in His grace,
His mercy"

- indeed its by his mercy only that we breathe and exist.

12:49 AM  

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