Today I stood in the Church where I grew up
Behind the first altar I felt welcomed to
And, using old words,
Words I know, words whose meaning is in me,
I told an old story again for the first time
And wine and bread became more
And we who are many were one
And I was who I have always been
For the very first time
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June 9, 2009 at 11:29 am
sophia
I love this! Congratulations. 🙂