When I kneel at your altar,
genuflecting, speaking in tongues,
my face anointed with sacred oils,
there will be absolution.
There is no repentance of sin.
All the saints and all the angels
look away.
You are the beatific vision
your cries a canticle
our words our confession.
There will be a resurrection.
copyright (c) 1997, 2008, & 2011 Daniel J. Bishop
This poem first appeared in the Sangreal limited edition chapbook.
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