Without confession

After I John 2:18-27

The shadow rose from the spaces

between us, and left, its leaving

becoming a vacuum of light, allowing

us to see each other clearly,

leaving us with truth to understand

the gift. Denial and its murmur

have departed, an unexpected

unanticipated gift, a gift

that remains. It is food, this gift,

to sustain. It is drink, this gift,

to quench our thirst. It is fire, this gift,

to purify hearts,

sere souls,

heal minds.

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