Vol 10, Num 15 :: 2011.09.02 — 2011.09.15
The young boy rises
to his calling
in the middle
of their silver
circle, old backs
bent to hold
his firm, smooth hands
in the knobs and twists of their own
quaking grips,
his quiet moment there
the rich return
of many years
lean and broken
with their wondering
who might finally take
the cup of love
they have always filled,
carry all the deep
deposits of their
hope and faith inside
his own growing
story, brimming over
with what they could
offer of themselves,
reflect of Christ-
all their deposits
pressed together
and running over
into his fresh, bright future.
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