Vol 10, Num 15 :: 2011.09.02 — 2011.09.15
The young boy rises
 to his calling
 in the middle
of their silver
 circle, old backs
 bent to hold
his firm, smooth hands
 in the knobs and twists of their own
quaking grips,
 his quiet moment there
 the rich return
of many years
 lean and broken
 with their wondering
who might finally take
 the cup of love
 they have always filled,
carry all the deep
 deposits of their
 hope and faith inside
his own growing
 story, brimming over
 with what they could
offer of themselves,
 reflect of Christ-
 all their deposits
pressed together
 and running over
 into his fresh, bright future.
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