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Maundy Thursday

I spread out my hands to you;

my soul gasps to you like a thirsty land.

Psalm 143:6

the next step

is irrevocable

the breath after that

a gasp

a choked cry

at the tenderness

displayed in the midst

of inevitable betrayal

the next heartbeat

pained by abandonment

and the fear

of all that comes

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Anne is a writer, mother, priest, spouse, teacher, and contemplative hopeful.

Anne E. Kitch