Right behind the priest administering the sacrament
              is one throwing mud.

As the artist paints at her easel
              another paints the back of her head.

In between each exquisite word of the poet
              is utter nonsense.

Pooling beneath every deed of kindness
              is a puddle of cruelty.

Yes, and haunting the devil and all his evil works
              is one slipping grace into every little moment.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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