On the wonder of peaches

It's probably sacrilegious to say this But I feel that eating summer-peaches, Them bursting with sweet and sticky syrup Running down my fingers, face and chin, Is (almost) sacramental. We're told of the visible signs of the invisible reality And I hear you on marriage, communion, reconciliation, et al. But somehow my spine-craned posture over... Continue Reading →

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