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FATHER'S LAP

Like little children
crawling joyfully
on a father's lap
trustingly do
tendrils of the vine

reach out toward a fat
tree trunk of olive
ready to make grapes
of the earth of olivine

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OUR FATHER

He told each of us
we were his favorite..
and he told the truth
for he gave his all
to each
and sacrificed his
life for each

MICHAEL'S BREAD

Michael's Bread

It tastes divine..

love is its leaven

lining up to partake

are all on earth

and in heaven