Flesh and Blood
I know the way to God
is not through the sacrament
but through your flesh and blood.
I know God sits
not behind a door,
but in a cave.
I know God looks
not through beautiful stained glass windows
but directly into my eyes.
No one can tell me I do not know
everything the high priest knew when
he stood upon the holiest of holy ground,
at the holiest of holy moments.
No one can tell me I do not know
everything the high priest felt
when he covered himself within his tallis
bowed down upon his knees, and kissed the earth.
No one can tell me I do not know
the one word the high priest sounded
so all would be written in the Book of Life.
You. He said You.
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