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May 17, 2005
Jill Alexander Essbaum
And may the old life, that rotting flesh and treasure
find in the good pleasure
of Christ, a forgetfulness complete: that these sins, however
humanly deliberate my misbehaviors,
be blotted from the record of God, raptured like the night’s thief,
forever gone, newly clean.
And may this new self shine like the moon shone, long ago, before
she was rent by the devil’s incisor,
a whole, round body not meant to be broken in phases.
And may she sing your praises
like Golgotha sings of a tree: for there is nothing empty
that cannot be filled. And may the sea
and all things swimming it thirst no longer for Living Water.
And may the Father
know the Daughter, even as the end of the earth unfolds.
And may I turn to gold.