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Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sacred Markers
By Justine C. Tajonera
They walk barefoot through
the deserts,
they climb mountains in
loin cloths, eating moss
from boulders
and drinking water
from rain water
on leaves.
This world is not
a barren wasteland
to them,
it does not shake
their faith.
Their begging bowls
are sacred,
their eyes are clear
and ancient.
Their thin and steady
fingers are
pointing to God.
And yet we still claim
that we cannot
find
the way.
(Jan. 28. 2010)
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begging bowl,
God,
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