The light in us all joins in a flash
---Anonymous

We haven't had the easiest life.
Born in eviction, the last cofortable place
I heard a drum beating constantly;
and even naked I was warm.
My lover died while I was still being baptized;
and the fruits of all my labors faded
when the bread was still sweet on youth's tounge.
Oh, I have pined:
Strived from the fasting hour
of a black and white thread
until I believed God would come in person
to answer my faith.
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And so it is neither in ignorance
or desperation that I do
what I have come here to do.
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In the early hours,
before the ground
had been warmed,
I walked out between
the ancient trees that
lead to my home.
The hills,
carpeted green
like a palace floor,
converged in a cresent.
And there in the spine
of my sleeping earth moon,
I held a knife
my wife had used to cut bread.
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And how was I to understand the beauty?
That the light within us all
joins in a great flash of white.
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l.haj