My Daily Bread
Will I grow old alone, a pitied spinster, the dried-up nun? Can we grow young, Like the seaside, when your first Kiss taught me justice? Elopement was never much of an option. A slow steady courtship has made me yours a thousand times. My wine-soaked heart My lungs as Daily bread My sweet My love My JesusReal
presence
can I slip my fingers through yours
one last time, don’t stop,
my Lover has me
all the time
blessed, broken
and shared
my heart
and your
Body
Beautiful, intimate poems, Julia! Thanks!
For Corpus Christi I’m going to Sagrado Corazon, near where we live, for the Mass & procession this evening. The MN budget negotiations going on at the state capitol thru the weekend have been so much on my mind. How these compromises are worked out will greatly affect the most vulnerable parts of the Body of Christ, and I want to put more good energy into calling down the Holy Spirit on the leaders involved. In this setting, too, God can work miracles and be glorified!
Oh Patricia, these poems are by Sarah. But, yes, I agree, they are excellent!!! 🙂 Wow, blessings for your prayer and advocacy in MN… I pray with you, sister, that justice reigns as people unite for the common good.