Praying with Fringes 12/03/2013 – the spilled wine of our living

So it remains
Susan Griffin

So it remains to reassemble
whatever we can
on this holy or unholy day
on this day like any other
letting words fall into our mouths
like bits of a
shared meal
scanning the numerous texts,
rendering all the possible
scriptures various as
seeds, the many meanings
of this feast
the spilled wine of
our living.

from Bending Home: Selected & New Poems 1967-1998

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