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Bread Of Life


Christians flock into their churches,

travelers hit the road

 

Searching for what’s beyond their view

in spirit overload

 

To leave behind the past imprisoned,

stilted and controlled

 

The blacktop chanting “come what may”

—a eucharistic whole 

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020) 

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