Matins


The way Mary's heart contains his love, a grail,
the way stars fall through the void, appearing motionless,
the way a wound heals by remaining open,
the way 'flight' can mean our fear, or our longing,
the way I drink it to the bottom, then drink the emptiness:
morning prayer.

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