O Route of Jesse


The “O” Antiphon,  “O Root of Jesse,” changes for me into this:


O Route of Jesse

through the desert

of dessert,

foretold by sage

mint and rue, too.

Streets of severance,

tendrils twining on my ankles,

bring me down, holy holly,

bind me, blind me, clutching ivy,

map my angry trip

through the muck of humility.








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