After Holy Communion by Nick Skiles It is possible to ring with crystalline purity like a wineglass traced by fingertips. Each of us bearing Fingerprints, evidence in clay. Whether we be muddiest earth or turned perfectly transparent, Our heart of hearts remains Hidden even to us. Whether it be holy of holies or den of demons‌.Well, How does it resonate? Do its walls reverberate with that lone immutable Note? Consume the Word and hear His name sung on your palate. Taste and see that the Lord is good Make your heart His palace. Clench your lips tight; dare not Speak His mysteries to enemies. Careful not to purse those lips in a Pose of betrayal.
Nicholas Skiles’s essays have been published in Front Porch Republic and The House Blog at Solidarity Hall. He is the author of a self-published, digital chapbook of poetry titled Unseasonable Poems. He is a father of three and a parishioner at Holy Assumption Church in Canton, Ohio. This poem originally appeared on Conciliar Post.
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