Three is the Trinity
who shared beer,
hearts on their sleeves.
Talked of circles
and consequences,
one moon-pale, two apple red.
How one transfigures
when God's affixed mechanism springs
thus becoming
a loving, responsible, sacrificial father!
(But unlike time and tide, that can wait.)
Three spoke of bloodlines;
roots stretching across
oceans, countries.
Humble beginnings
of rice with soy sauce,
and always, Hope.
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Saturday, December 30, 2006
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