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Holding His Sacred Body
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The priest
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has just placed the wafer
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into the palm
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of my hand
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like taking the beaten
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body of Jesus down
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off the cross.
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Now He smells
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of burial spices
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where aloe has found its way
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into each delicate
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hole.
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Imagine removing
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the first
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nail-spike.
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I carry Him for just a brief
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second
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and feel the flutter of a world,
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a moth wing,
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a vulnerable God
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kicking
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in amniotic fluid.
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A large stone
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has been rolled away
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and my hands enter the tomb
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to feel God again
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and place Him
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on my tongue
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where He is as light
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as a petal.
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8 Jul 15

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Although I am no longer Catholic, this resonates.  It is so beautifully written.  It is not easy to write a spiritual poem without sounding sappy or preachy but I believe you have done a superior job here.  Lovely images and I can smell the incense burning.
 — Isabelle5

Love this!
Brilliant imagery and comparisons.
This feels more spiritual than — as what Isabelle said — those preachy poems.
 — unknown

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