Eucharist

Apr 27
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once for years I asked god

What to do with this love in my heart

How to tend these burns

To pluck these thorns

once a priest from a faith not mine

Said god comes not

To slay suffering but to fill it with presence

That I love

Truly

These embers wake

And see better the divine through you

Pause a moment, a passing life

Let us pray

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