Poetry

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Breaking out of silence,
Jesus knelt to his knees
in moist desert sand
& wrote messages
with his fingertips
to children-
“water is water, toys are toys,
but by my fingers burn with life,
though I toil over tombs with grief & tears-
I am the living & I am the dead-
I was born to life to bring
new hope into the death of children.
I am the messenger of the morning sun
the prayer book between the morning dew,
& the play fields of your daily adventures.
When I kneel here again, the end will be the end
to all-fire willed into my words-
driftwood & sand turn to stone-
drag my fingers across hot sand once more-
& morning coming without a daybreak.
Birds no longer sing, & crickets lose their songs.”

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