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Groans going all the way up a young tree
Half-cracked and caught in the crook of another
Cease. All around the hill-ringed, heavened pond
Leaves shush themselves like an audience.
An atomic pause, as of some huge attention
Bearing down. May I hold your hand?
A clutch of mayflies banqueting on oblivion
Writhes above the water like visible light.
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Early Christianity, fragment by fragment
How might God bless a divided America?
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In praise of church musicians
