Eucharist

The same skull grins
Beneath all skins

Struggling for meaning searching the keening
Of an obese culture starving to death
With an obscene vulture sucking its breath

Seeing my surroundings falling slowly
I catch on my tongue one pure and holy
Snowflake in the middle of the burning

I can feel my heart my soul returning
The hour is late I find myself in Rome
An empire falls as I rise: going home

The same skull grins beneath all skins
The same Christ died and rose for sins
Before behind and after all

A snowflake in the burning fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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DEAR STEVE

"The same skull grins beneath all skins
The same Christ died and rose for sins
Before behind and after all"

WHAT A NICE CHISELING!
SUPANI

enjoy reading this poem. wonderful.

misty..