Sunday, January 15, 2012

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Untimely born I
blink and miss
the awaited belle époque

I never, through jostling
legs, stretch fingers to brush
the precious hem

I never, with clink of coin
into box
drop the finality of my last

I never shout, ecstatic energy
coursing through, Hosanna
it is time

I never weep, perfume spilling
on feet yet unmarred
my shattered humanity piercing

I untimely born
unworthy to be called
missed it all

But by the grace of God I 
am what I am.

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