Forgive my reticence, Father
It is a long way
to reach across and around
all these centuries
and to see through
the stained glass windows
of all those churches
I try to read the words
but the words are worn
with traveling through
several languages, reading
at the edges, torn by idiom
and stretched to fit tradition
But the strengthof the fabric
is there, weathering
like faded blue denim ...
Forgive my reticence Father
I am a slow learner - - -
We are all slow learners
when it comes
to love - - -
Clovita Rice
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