Biblical Proportions
Ten minutes
‘til noon
mass
I’ve just kissed my stole
checked my fly
taken off my watch & marked
the collect
when the heavens
open up thunder-
snow hail
strafes chapel slates
wind gust grabs
the junipers
by the scruff of
the neck and gives
them a good why I oughtta shake
“no frogs or locusts
yet, I guess,
let us proceed…”
and we do crossing
ourselves
and on to talitha cum little girl
get up and go
out the broken front
door that won’t
close
God’s body and blood
in our bellies
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