Picture: Surnrise by Arthur Dove
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I hold high above my head
The ciborium of my heart.
Goats and kids run free,
Filled with gluttony
For fresh blades of grass;
Traveling ducks display
Exotic coiffures;
Fog-white egrets stroll
And forage;
Chrome-blue kingfisher,
Veritable alien,
In a parabolic chute
Above Mother Water, still and fresh.
Close encounter:
Heron-king and Herons-priest;
No words exchanged, yet
The message is sent across.
The priest is dismissed
On a Eucharistic quest of ordinary
Magnitude; he seeks the body of God
Aspersed with dew; he finds, he plucks.
Goats and kids, unknowingly waiting
For their sacrament; the Herons-priest
Umbly bows down and feeds the hungry;
Blades made to heal and not to cut,
In holy communion with all that is,
Green with life, wet with love,
Love, unafraid to be unrequited.
I hold high above my head
The ciborium of my heart.
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Herons