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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