Admitting I could never understand
The language claiming God victorious
The suffering of neighbors was not planned
To glorify what is inglorious
We love so much we have to count as loss
Appearing there before us like a dream
Our ship is dashed before the storm can toss
Us on the shore where shards of darkness gleam
Though memory remains ephemeral
Our bodies light and carbon captured still
The soul a drop of water flows withal
Who walk in ways of yet unraptured will
The victory: existence as it’s known
Is now and always will have been our home
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Joshua Keiter 