Wednesday, December 5, 2012

2012.12.05 Tabernacle

Formidable
dull, brass immensity
immeasurably plain
intrusion
House where the blessed flesh
and sacred blood—containers thereof—are
secure against invaders, the hungry of soul
locked
It stands on the threshold of a hitch in time
the present immense
it doesn’t know it is about to
change
from a cold monstrosity—invention
of exclusionary politics— to a
pulsing throbbing quivering sacred heart
unlocked

Are there, or were there, locked hearts in your life?  Enclosures of trapped love?  You have a key, don’t you?

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