Cleansing Vessels
My fingertips are dipped in scorching wateron the eve of the first snowfall.Dipped in holy water; cleansing vessels.Warmed by these tears, this ritual, and sacrament;frigid moments before.Purify me, O Holy One. Evening made its approach,once again known; present.Stillness lying in wait. From the heavens, through the night,matter, drifting slowly onto the earth.Gathered and knitted like […]