Without the natural hand of His spirit, I am cursed; cursed is my bread breaking it my milk drinking it my money earning it the thrust of my sex desiring it my dreams living them my justice escaping it my truth trusting it my hatred fearing it my love misunderstanding it cursed may be all we ever possess.
Amen. Like the sun in winter is the Lord’s eye.” -- “As the dawn makes it new As the risen moon makes it new Lord, here on the table, in the broad cup, Renew us.” -- “Amen. Grass will rise green and supple over that body. And the rest He will set in order when He come. Go in peace.