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All Shall Be Well, Because She Says So

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I have not talked of God today,

Which might mean

I haven’t talked

To God

As well

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Dear God, what would you

Have for us?

What shall we do in this

Sad, broken world

In which we strive for joy

And sometimes meaning

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What can we do

What can we choose

To make it better

To make us better?

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Now and then

Now and again

Now and for the next time

No or yes

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Past, present, future

We don’t handle these

We can’t

Maybe angels move through time

To carry news

That’s sure, having happened

Maybe to stitch

The interstitials

Not to fix fixed things

But things that flexed

Won’t change the larger movements

Of predestined pieces

On the table

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With permission,

Save a few more

From the shipwreck

Withhold the hand

Sooner from abuse

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Well,

This is wishing

And not prayer

We pray for now

Into the next moment

If bruises,

Not the cause

But the healing

And to break the cause

The chain of hurt

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And, who knows,

Maybe a prayer

To increase what is right

Because there are right things

Simply not enough

For Earth to turn

In joy

And all our lives

Amen

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East Anglia, Norwich, UK

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