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The Tomb, The Beast, The Sea (On The Occasion Of Ash Wednesday,2012)
The priest hunched, with ash-blacked thumb,
Comfortable and sheepish in his jeans and
Tennis shoes, murmuring,
Hands hovering over the gifts.
What am I? The ash that clung
To the corpse of Lazarus come forth,
Or the heart that beat anew, coursing that
Thumb with blood?
Am I Peter, shirtless, with garment tucked,
in the midst of the leap,
Or am I Jonah, foot-splayed on the roiling deck?
at my foolishness,
at the Love in which I am caught,
the Love that reaches me out
in the great gape of the beast, ...