Transubstantiation
       

Finality, how I hate every version of the wordhis
final days, her finite life, death's finality.

            If I empty myself of will,
            will my soul give me peace?

I saw the beauty in our daily routine, never shook
my fist at you, though times were trying.

            I thought we were easy with one another.
            Were my prayers false? I believed

in the Mystical Body of Christ.
Of my faith, ask Saint Theresa for what that means.

            Thomas had the right idea. You were lovely
            in your silence, and I waiting, so needy.

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from Stones Ripe for Sowing
Press 53
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