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Poem: Visions


By Patrick T. Reardon

Zwiastowanie_Tintorett...detail....2...I see the hand of God
write on the wall
the sins of the king.

I see the bloody knife.

I see the father
lead the son to slaughter.

I smell the burning bush.

I see the furnace,
three inside unburnt.

I hear the walls fall,
taste bitter herbs before travel,
stand on sacred ground,
see the salt woman, the honey and milk land,
the river red with blood.

I see the face of God

I hear the Lord speak my name.

I feel the touch of fearful blessing.



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