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An untitled, unfinished poem for Transfiguration Sunday

One on the plain, with water and a dove falling from the mouth of God, feathers chalking words onto the sky, its beak a piercing kiss; one on the mountaintop between the cairns, with fiery Spirit, lightning bright and thundering love, hailing acclamation … Continue reading

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