Note: Some poetry from 2021-2022 are unlisted in the Index of Titles.
There is a crushing
There is a crushing
How do I escape suffering,
Lord,
fear, ignorance and death?
And He answers me, though I
am reluctant to hear.
There’s a crushing and a
transfiguration.
Grain becomes bread; grapes
become wine;
then upon our tongues and in
our throats,
we take the body and blood of
Christ.
There’s no rescue
(praise God for that, He tells
me),
only endurance and
culmination;
the end of hope and then, an
awakening;
only a trust in the necessity
and the outcome;
in the worth of the
pearl. Faith in love,
in the Maker and Father, in
the process.
All shall be well (He
revealed to one lover, centuries ago).
All shall be well and all
manner of thing shall be well.
O child of God, request not
rescue and escape
but solace, strength and
conviction instead.
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