Kyrie
O, great o'erhanging Spirit
reaching one finger toward the earth
awash in dust. The world
is an experiment with the shades
of gray. Lord, have mercy.
The flesh is weak and pale.
Gluttons and undeservers, we
invite the Devil, dressed
in his red finery, cape clasped
to the table. Christ, have mercy.
We will find one day
everything is tethered
together with strings.
Still, You will be the one
pulling them. Lord, have mercy.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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