THE
RIVER
OF
BLUE
Between my fingers,
Flow blue beads,
Praying for all,
Not wants but needs.
Desiring good
For all that trespass,
Against our souls
Bank beads of blue glass,
Against our being,
We stiffen and rail.
Rapids of beads
Bleed anger pale.
And though we're wounded,
Misjudged and wronged,
The river of blue
Is her Immaculate song.
RIVER
OF
BLUE
Between my fingers,
Flow blue beads,
Praying for all,
Not wants but needs.
Desiring good
For all that trespass,
Against our souls
Bank beads of blue glass,
Against our being,
We stiffen and rail.
Rapids of beads
Bleed anger pale.
And though we're wounded,
Misjudged and wronged,
The river of blue
Is her Immaculate song.
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