Jesus modeled for our class today,
naked in his open-palmed innocence.
We had never seen such a model before.
He even brought with him his own light.
If you can
tell me where
after I leave here,
I won’t be
For the freedom of the air
that absorbs the smoke of hand-rolled cigs
Millennium, seven years, beast, Armageddon — even the word “rapture”
Terms of so-called truth emanating from a final book granted little stature
May we be comforted, God, by your eternal presence — inward, around, among us
As the ground of all being, your creation knows no boundaries
It was a long and complicated evolution
By the caves of San Satorio
We hold hands and gaze at the quiet rush of the Duero
As once did Leonor Machado and her husband Antonio,
The poet of the two Spains – upstream and down in time -
Through this same place where hermit monks of old
Contemplated the flow that ever is here and now
And drew close to the subtle power moving the silent river
Imperceptibly carving the hill of Soria, steep and stark.
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