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At Daily Mass

February 3, 2013

In a Church downtown
Old wood pews, High Altar lit,
Gothic arches over sinners,
Stone like milk and honey, mixed;
Father at the altar
Some bread, cradled
like the child Christ
In his tender, humble hands;
Then angels kneel
and a city goes quiet, as
Christ comes.

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5 Comments
  1. danielimburgia permalink
    February 3, 2013 10:18 pm

    Enjoy your poetry, obliged.

  2. February 3, 2013 10:27 pm

    Thanks, Daniel

  3. Ronald King permalink
    February 4, 2013 9:19 am

    I needed that. Thanks Matt.

  4. Dante Aligheri permalink
    February 4, 2013 1:19 pm

    Inspiring and enjoyable.

  5. February 4, 2013 7:43 pm

    Mystery.

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