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Seeds kept in cupped hands.
And nuts.
Surely something will sprout,
Grow, yield a harvest
Provoke questions
And allot answers.
And fruits, fruits, fruits.
Sugary sweetness,
Nectar and honey.
Do we mistake the temptation
As forgetfulness
When we omit to make the sign of the cross
Over the bread
Just because we are flawless egoists?

editors note:

In this season, let’s not find ourselves at cross-purposes. – mh clay

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