This year

This year, Let’s not stop with casting Bread onto the water, Our stale old sins Confessed and forgotten. This year, Let’s cast the water, too, Cast it so far the river sinks Beneath the dusty earth, So far the sand Bakes into clay and shatters. So far, To parched lands where Thirsty travelers pray, Not for forgiveness But for water.

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