Poem for Thursday Eucharist

Dashing through Luke 7: 36-51

of morning sun
douses the labyrinth
that topsy
-turvy journey
to now
-here where
there are no
dead ends
center periphery
host guest
changing places
trading names oh
tomato big as
a fist pigeons
wheeled by
pinch of
bus’s brakes
in the round dance
of love the
‘woman from the
city’ loves and
is forgiven is
forgiven and loves
save the grace
versus works debate
for later she’s
busy adoring
pouring herself out
to the Adoring One
who pours himself
out to her
the wooden door
still standing
wide open
Simon tapping
his toe


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