We’re all headed towards Zion
where they say we shall at last
be city dwellers.

Eternally quadrated,
placed
 in a kingdom
that will have no end

It will rise from the land
made with true atoms
be 
marked with holy pairs of footprints
which cross paths with
Peter
Theresa,
King
dad

civic encounters
and happenstance reunions 
of
royal men and women all
orbiting His throne.

and after we’ve worshipped
we return home for supper.

But can there be bread
without vast fields of wheat
tended by a holy farmer
who prefers a rural life?

and what about the wine?
stomped from concords
harvested from vineyards
so vast
 they sustain an abundant cup

and what about the yeast,
do they belong in the New Jerusalem?

yeast for bread
yeast for wine
holy chemistries 
seen today already,
not yet aged to perfection

They are minor prophets
to help us believe
that
 flesh
when given the time
will turn
will rise.

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