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you get between
O bloody body crucified
O Spirit of protest
and pure acceptance
the tails of so many
stubborn, kicking donkeys
are pinned to you
they pierce you through
yet for all the party cries
no one wins the prize
forgive us we pray
for fouling your stage
for dumping our load
smack in the middle
of your awful crossroad
stopping traffic
causing havoc
pulling Spirit-sighs
from your sunken chest
settled deeply now in rest
and pure protest
flush against the wood.
Ursula zeis
Posted at 13:37h, 03 MarchVery Powerful and vivid …I read it a few times
Peter Bisson, SJ
Posted at 02:02h, 09 AprilThank you Greg!
Esther Buckley
Posted at 10:12h, 09 AprilThank you Greg.