Presence at Breakfast

I saw it fall
Before I felt it
It fell in the space
Between your words
Somewhere between God and God
Past’s phantom in the present
Cross breakfast’s remnants
The cup, the plate
No last supper
The days first break of fast
It slid through glass door
Ray of light reflected on the floor
Light split into rainbowed brilliance
Divine comedy of past promise
Or just the scientific result
Of reflected light through glass
In the space between your words
In slant of rainbow light
I felt shadow’s weight
Of yester year
The time when hope knew
When faith was sure and certain
Once I grieved for what had been
Now it’s more an inconvenience
A niggling scar
Reminding me of what I’d been
Restless in remembrance
Yet with no desire to return
Besides there’re angels there
To bar the way from going back
The angels know

There is no return

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