In bodily form

When our bodies betray us, let us down,
we berate them, hesitate to call them holy,
when, after all, they are the
sacrament of God’s creative genius,
each featherlight touch a reminder of
the love that engendered our creation,
redemption, adoption; each whisper
an echo of the voice of heaven.

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