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August 30, 2009

Cana

They have no more wine.


In prayer, dry prayer,


I realize that I am empty;


there is nothing of the sacred,


the holy in me.


I am blind,


reaching for your face,


your hands.


I touch nothing.


All joy is gone


and in its place


is emptiness.


Even hunger is gone.


My eyes are dry


and I must go on


even deprived of hope.


But I must say:


I have no wine.


William E. Rushman, April 1998

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