The Sacred Moments

Where are the sacred moments
are they found in churches
beneath Priests' robes where
a man's heart beats and his
boredom and his
private parts share
the same territory? or

are the sacred moments
here, and now, in the
silence and aloneness of a
soul in desolation and
a desert orange and dry
with a universe of sand
mounting by? or

are they never found and
never near, that sacred
river of cool water
flowing down to sunlit seas?
the blood is poured and lost
the bread broken into dust
and all the sacred places

in the past?
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