Pig’s Blood

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I stepped inside

The space hole

into a tub of pig’s blood

Smeared in fumes of red

grotesque and demonic.

I swam for help

Flames erupted

Inside of my dream

An explosion took place

The tub of blood blew to smithereens.

The shards caught my skin

But bled not

I gathered there had been no mortal sin.

I watched for signs

a clue to my misery

But it was all a dream.

Because when I woke

The night was still

Cast in a stroke of blue

The fire

The blood

The bathtub in space

My fear of Sin

It had all been a deadly joke.

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Ever Faithfully

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I am become like an embryo; Him, bred

Inside of an almighty Godhead, the father;

The anointed one who was chosen, Holy:

Onto the mother Mary Virgin, and Joseph.

 

Like St. John the Baptist, the Holy Spirit

Righteously proclaimed by Zechariah and Simeon

The Messiah has come upon me, relentlessly;

Onto the breast, there children feed with mercy. 

 

Like those meek and humble, entering

The Kingdom of Heaven, art rendering 

The heart palpable, in ecstatic motions;

Onto the Spirit, where man is converted.

 

Holy: Christ offers the Apostles His Host

A gift, the one and only, given, bespoke

To all of you, truthfully, eternal, pure

And ever Faithfully. Amen.

 

Good Morning Creator

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Good Morning Creator

Well-Spring of Life

You are my Master.

 

I grow in love for you

Your Word was made true

Compassionate, beloved, multiplied.

 

Good Day also to The Son

Loving Jesus, daily bread wholesome

The Body of my breast. 

 

Fed like the four-thousand

I offer your service returned

Today, make it something profound.

 

Of us, in service,

We pray.