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“The Empty Church”

June 9, 2009

Blood hangs around the walls, and sweat and toil,

Yet there you lie, so clean and pure and still;

Only the single eye bears witness now

That God remains.


“O Love, sun-ripened victim, gathered up

And beaten, kneaded by the master hand

To form the instrument of charity,

Make your love mine”


Alone I gaze at helplessness and know

That Bethlehem is mine. As once before,

And always, stands the House of Gold

Beside the House of Bread.

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