It is a miracle to be a man and stand
with one foot on earth, another in heaven,
as you do, when you join your hands
and pronounce the words that rend the veil.

A soul is not a small thing.
It is more real than the universe
and you hold it in your hands.

When the finite meets the infinite we expect
the world to burst, like a balloon filled too full.

What we get instead is a morsel of bread
lifted high above that stone
where Love bled and died.


This is day 39 of LABIA MUNDA, a series of forty poems during the forty days of Lent. 

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