Christ comes in rem,
His light crowding the eyeballs
while He stands as if to heal
an old shell's cracks and bruises
to make it whole again,
but He rises, with no promised touch,
and glides over the pillow,
through the screened window,
into the night,to scatter answered
prayers over the old quarry up the road,
where crutches are neatly piled.

01/25/2002

Posted on 01/25/2002
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