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On our knees –
head tilted,
chin touching wood,
those eye’s of a priest –
God to a child.

We open our mouth –
let the body
of Christ melt on
our tongue.

We were warned
not to chew,
or spit out a a small
white disk –
a bit of bread, and
a sip of wine.

Back to the pew,
third to the right
where nuns
click once to kneel, and
twice to stand.

We close our eyes
tilt our heads and wait –
wait for God
to disintergrate.

Nancy Duci Denofio

(c)2010 all rights reserved
published in “What Brought You Here?”


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