God\u2019s catechism is so white and silent.
\nI am given the wafer of its communion.
\nLight enters the lens of my soul
\nabove an altar of salt
\nand stone.
\nHe puts candles where angels
\nsee my remains.
\nI hear his psalms.<\/p>\n
He is watching the snow fall.
\nHe is traveling the road I travel.
\nHis heart aches with my heart.
\nHis feet are tired.
\nHe has forgotten the words I\u2019ve forgotten,
\nmy prayers.
\nHe gropes for names.<\/p>\n
His being washes into the sea.
\nEvery snowflake is a breath I\u2019ve drawn,
\na thought I\u2019ve suffered.
\nA star I found at my feet.
\nThe snow covers him as it covers me.
\nImmaculate.
\nA cantata.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
God\u2019s catechism is so white and silent. I am given the wafer of its communion. Light enters the lens of my soul above an altar…<\/p>\n