we are a conquered people but we walk freely as servants our masters are not at peace for they know what they do yet before us they stand as we weep for our loss or exult over our victory and though they are of Caesar
we give that which is God
(supper)
we wash in the headwaters the water that cleanses my soul we harvest the vineyards the wine that became my blood we cast seeds into the fields the bread that is my body we listen to their promises but a voice became the word
we cannot speak of the image the ritual looks not upon idols
(kolam)
she made chalk from rice fields all are invited except evil spirits lines and circles for prosperity tomorrow another will be drawn
(death)
is there injustice speak to me purify myself non-violence
until the bullet says no more
(resurrection)
she drew two needles two needles that cross two needles that mend the eyes cast no stone
(desire)
they wear only robes all desire has passed the moon guides them upon waters with no home
(pilgrimage)
seven circles against time kissing and touching stone prayers where they stand drink water from the well
(incorporeal)
how to describe the ocean to a baby that cannot swim when we cannot see the edge nor all that lives within its womb? all we can do is reap its harvest by drawing fish in the sand removing them from the nets and from baskets made full
(love)
no heaven can accept my sin no hell can accept my goodness i can only tell you how I feel though what I see is you and what I know is me you have become like the stars as beautiful and distant as grace is to a man like me