Praise #55


 

Flour & oil & grape juice

& gold & copper & time

I’ll leave these at the altar

but what’s the yield?

 

The Way is long & troubling

but visible to eyes unveiled

at times the darkest night

runs smack over the ruins of my altar

strewn with blood-decayed gifts

it points to the mountain of hope

upon which we have been

transfigured in the Lord

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