For Maundy Thursday: “Tired” [a poem]

it is time
to think about Christ

I keep putting it off.”

Longing and lusting
Raging and seizing

Looking out the open window
wanting a woven sacrament to
touch me

Functional loss
A downward slope

Noting the works and words
with fingers cold
Touch the parchment
feel the ridge

Ancient enchantment enticing

English bathtubs as angel arms
___a memory vivid
___tongue refreshed?
Imagine imaged imagination

Piercèd Christ
Pasted chest

Aroma fills:
pierce the pores!
Wash the brain!





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[read other Holy Day poetry here]
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