A stain remains, beneath crumbs
like dust dimming the light,
where wine, bread and hands
are raised as signs of peace,
enfleshed for humankind.
Pain brings an arid lament
over presence lost to ritual form,
leaving salt of sorrow’s tides
settling as seeds awaiting
light to open the dark.
Vain hope names the light –
beyond eye, leaf or stone –
reflecting creation’s source. Yet
recurring shapes imply more
than simply life and death.
Sensing source between all forms
longing draws the soul -
tempting reason - to see ways
a child may lead wisdom
toward the light.
© JFF
February 2017
Image Sun Child, Paul Clarke, Flickr.com
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