Friday, January 26, 2024

The Temporary Priests

 

We’re living close to the bone now,

And laughing with weeping eyes,

And the raw stuff of life, unsugarcoated,

Is feeding us and wearing us down.

 

We can’t keep it up forever, but for now,

We have become a kind of warrior priests,

Turning the holy into the immediate,

Washing the altar with sweat and tears.

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