Haiku Prayers II

lily pads

 Caught deep in my throat

Are songs too light for singing

You sing them instead


My senses stutter

My ears unfit to listen

And yet, still, you speak


Dark clouds come sighing

But shadows run from daylight

Light too raw for words


In communion, come

To taste the bread of freedom

And brandish a cup


Like apple blossoms

Fallen from their lonely place

Are we, so planted


Sever, now, my tongue

And replace it with silence

Then, alone, I sing


Gift of paradox

Understanding brings little

Freed in conundrum


Sweet breath of Mary

Mother to all, then as now

Speak the name of God

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