Prayer On a Thursday Morning
Apple seed rosary
Given by grandpa
When I was
So young...
Thursday Morning
Sitting in the
Sunnyvale bus to work.
Luminous Mysteries.
Wooden Cross,
Love crucified .
Blood drops of
Wine from Cana.
White Dove
Flying ...
Just above the
Nails on his leg.
Thousands of
Blackbirds
Flying away
From the Dove.
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