Boyfriend Pastoral Poems

Christmas Eve

Night-time shift

Number Eight Loop

Crystal drift

Bus a-humming

Toasty warm

Pulling over

Waving arm

She a mother

Stroller too

Baby bundle

All in blue

Tears were present

Face was flushed

Folding door would

Groan when pushed.

Can you...

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In the Sacrament of the altar
Lord meets us
Men and women created in God’s image and likeness
Becomes our companion along the way

In this sacrament
The Lord becomes...

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Walk side with me to a valley,
And we shall be yonder pleasures of heavens light,
Of whose firmament, hills, groves, shining woods presume wonder.
And we will...

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