It makes no sense
all those symbols
rituals
gone awry
why take
a blessing
from someone
unworthy?
his hands are dirty
by association
his mind
even dirtier
through confession
Compassion knows
no native soil
it sprouts
in unlikely
potholes
and
grows
in between
barren rock
amid
the stoic faces
of saints
in the blank
stares
of devotees
perhaps
not nurtured
but
chanced upon
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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