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Litany

All night, all day, angels 
watching over me, my Lord. 

And him slipping off, 
letting the door close

The Mourning After

At least the kids were gone, settled among family for the next ten or twelve hours. That gave him some time to pull himself together, to sort things out before tomorrow, before the rest of…

Household of Faith

From where we sat on the fourth pew 
the three square windows looked like cubes 
of shimmery gold 
vertically stacked 

God With Us

At the baptismal Erma sings “Que grande es El,”
her voice breaking, 
and the woman she has brought to Jesus, 
clothed in white on the front row, weeps. 

A Body That Expands

My sister sings Puccini in the shower. 
A fever ripped the muscle of her heart 
when she was five but now she is almost 
twenty-one and lovely. She leaves music