Poetry

Tim Murphy: Two Poems

from Another Holy Week Holy Monday   When first you learn to fly survey the world below through your Creator’s eye. Let all be robed in snow.   Pilot an open biplane. Make it a radiant day and marvel as the high plain endlessly spools away.   God made the geese of the air circle our fields in rings. Seeing them swoop and flare He finally gave us wings.     Maundy Thursday   With a damp rag of sheet I bathe my puppy’s feet.     Easter Vigil   We light our candles from the blazing brazier. My mind…

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