Trinity Sunday

Let me now in this dusk shed
the smarm of expectation
not to see how you see me
but to see your nakedness
and bless it with my ignorance.

Let me take this child's hand
through the corridors of indifference
freed of his devices, sentient
beyond imagining and sham
of rehearsal, blank, silent

as one looking out to sea
after a hard slog over dunes,
clothed in awe, dumbstruck,
desperate worshipper for whom
death is an anticlimax. 

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Prompted by a Mass at Christ Church, Episcopal, Hudson, New York, May 26, 2024, and an elucidative sermon by the Rev. John L. Allison.