Friday

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FridayWe have come to this.God, who slipped in among us, curled tight in his mother’s embraceis stretched wide,fixed by our hatredto the only sensewe can make of him. It has ever been our wayto take for ourselveswhat is good,consume it, lust,kill what we cannot grasp.We take the holy and burn it,melt it down, fashion somethingwe … Continue reading Friday

Makob

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Your first word was  Light. That gift You knew  we would need more than any other, and even as you spoke it, let there be, You were already  a Man of Sorrows. Even as our making flew  from Your lips You knew grief. For You there was no awakening to this, no slow dawn of … Continue reading Makob