concrete eucharist
I saw Jesus on the sidewalk his eyes staring at the sky; prostrate and foul to the touch. His robes scared by dust and rocks… …bloody fingernails and muddy bootprints. […]
I saw Jesus on the sidewalk his eyes staring at the sky; prostrate and foul to the touch. His robes scared by dust and rocks… …bloody fingernails and muddy bootprints. […]