Sausage Gravy

God almighty

hides himself

within the mystic

pour of peppered sausage gravy

over hot buttermilk biscuits

I believe in the baptism.

 

This arcane art

this holy marriage

could have evolved

as did geometry,

astronomy,

or physics.

 

but indeed it held fast

just like Jesus

 

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