Will We Ever Become One?
We sat in the neglected
Garden
Where the chipped stone wall
And the gnarled trees
And the tangled flowers
Greeted us,
Not caring
About our lack
Of Easter Dressings,
Or perfected Latin chants,
Or primly sitting with folded hands.
No, God's Garden wrapped
God's Love around us
While the well-apparalled
Properly musically inclined
And non-fidgety faithful,
Feasted in their freshly painted
Sepulchre.
Division,
Just after we all had tasted
Lamb
Together.
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