Seminary - Poem by Gloria Kim
Journeyman, apprentice, what's a guild after all
but something of a nest
where fledglings learn even from mutual jostling:
squawking aloud to, at and for each other,
discovering, at best, the very jesses
by which we are bound.
And to what do we aspire?
Rituals & Virtue
Sermons a Specialty
also Clever @ Comforting
Let a cracked and crazy shingle go a-slapping in the wind. Back to jostling -
a necessary warm and gooey trampling
we may examine with renewed eyes
our own fundaments.
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