The light crushes on him.
\nHis vermilion robe
\nhides his white back
\nlike a fading sunset.
\nHis bones protrude
\nin the private sanctum
\nof his nakedness.
\nA wafer is placed on the tongue
\nof a supplicant.
\nFury inside the bread.
\nA starving ration of God\u2019s pity.<\/p>\n
Did God listen to every prayer
\nyou said?
\nDid he pause in the separateness
\nof each person and say,
\nyour hunger is mine.
\nWe belong to each other.
\nFill yourself with my abundance
\noutside.
\nA wafer is not enough.
\nA word is not a gospel.<\/p>\n
I will meet you at the door.
\nBring the old priest with you.
\nHe needs someone to hold his hand.
\nTo soothe his doubt.
\nTo relieve the heaviness of his robe
\nand forget death for awhile.
\nCome and play in the street.
\nForget your sadnesses
\nor why anything
\nhas to be other than what
\nI put inside you,
\nthe fullness of a beautiful love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The light crushes on him. His vermilion robe hides his white back like a fading sunset. His bones protrude in the private sanctum of his…<\/p>\n