Poems by Gerry Sütter

Through the chanting canticle, so sang the priest,Musically, reverberating through the church. I felt the hovering dove through the organ’s feast —A blessing he alighted into my heart’s alert. For the twelve, perhaps it was for them like Canna,Where Christ transmogrified the water into wine. The Spirit swooped, with wings adrift, like gift of manna,The dove, where Jesus’ righteousness was recogniz...