My Sangre de Cristos

My Sangre de Cristos,

you have poured your waters into me.

The dust of your trails is


on the bedrock

of my inward spaces.

Your substance is of the original dream, the stuff

I too am made of…

dust and water

flesh and blood, you

reduce body to pain,

mind to wonder,

spirit to invocation,

my Sangre de Cristos,

lay me low,

hold me close, and

hush me quiet,

‘til I hear

silence fixed in

crags and crevice.

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