Modern Sacraments
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The healing light that sometimes
Breaks through the marked cracks
In plastic designs;
The return of doves
After the hard, stinging rain.
A soft embrace in
The midst of mass loneliness;
Finding the house
Of wisdom within plagued streets;
Turning the key
To unlock sweet consciousness.
Embracing sorrow
Rather than wearing a mask;
No longer hiding
Behind mirth like seasoned fools;
Seeking out penance
After narcissistic ways;
The breaking of bread
Between the rich ones
And all the ragged strangers;
True communion
In poverty-stricken times.
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