They lied to us, as good
as lied, when they never
let us know that gray skies
are lovely, naked branches
divine. The crunch of frost
and the smell of cold earth-
these to me are bread and
wine. Bread for life and
wine for joy.
And how shall we love each
other? Kindness is the strangest
knife, kindness wounds most dearly.
A kiss on a hairless head: the love
and light we have been wanting.
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