Thursday, February 17, 2011

thy grace

I struggle to rise
from the mud I am,

making a cup for
receiving thy grace.

The cup becomes a chalice,
thy wine inpouring.

Chalice, wine merge
cup and spirit as one.

We laugh
arms around shoulders
and walk together drunk.
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2 comments:

  1. blog with no nameFebruary 17, 2011 at 8:51 AM

    "In the cool of the afternoon ..."

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  2. PatrickFebruary 19, 2011 at 3:34 PM

    “Beyond the daily distractions which self-importance holds so dear…”

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