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
