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Heathen Sunday

And now I call it a sacrament:
An incantation, a swing of the censer,
A rush of holy water into a glass.
I say: The ale is at my right hand,
and lift it to my lips.
I am my own best priest.

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Max Reif 29 October 2005

a tribute to the sacramental nature of ALL experience. Well written.

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