Three years
then go
No decades
parked in pews
No lifetime
listening to middlemen
Just go and live a life
transformed by love
Leave words and creeds behind and be
that grace you claim you long to see
If mercy
has a face
it is your face
If justice sees hurt
it is your eyes that weep
If love has hands and feet
your hands are those pierced by care
your feet those lovely on the mountainside
In your life and breath alone
can dead gods live
or carcasses
unveil a honeyed sweet
truth oozing from the comb
in error's meat
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