Thursday, November 27, 2014

EDITED: Anaphora

In which we breathe

Thanksgiving, Fitchville River Road

Finally. Here, this empty space,
the quiet falling in
the space between snowflakes,
Dominus vobiscum

This day unknows
what we bring to it. We
lean to the vacuum,
Et cum spiritu tuo

November's fading light
keeps night near;
rest in this dark.
Sursum corda

Can this wind
blow us home
with everything we carry.
Habemus ad Dominum

The low, gray sky, the fallow field,
the soundless snow, this quick breath
Gratias agamus Domino Deo nostro
Dignum et iustum est

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