Reflection on the Passion and Birth
December 25, 2010
Rhetoric on Priests
December 31, 2010

There is a sudden surge
Of heaves
as loaves become
And words are broken;
Commune and kind,
The meal never met before.

But sure as staff,
That nourish unaware
And simple burns,
Tender faults too quickly
This black soot
That was the charge for living

As leavening too soon arisen,
Too sure, but full of holes,
It ends in coal
And that which has too much
Enjoyed the fire.

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