Liturgy
There is so much to taste:
a religious surfeit
gives me indigestion.
Jostled by a crowd of words
I seek just who I am
in relation to the Word.
Give me space, some quiet,
room to breathe the Holy.
The Word made flesh is enough
on which to feed - together.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2018
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