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On the First Day of the Week

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God,

A petition for this morning

While the sky is gray

And the sun

Is in the offing

Waiting to push through

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Follow us

To catch us when we fall

Or to pick us up

Dust us off, after

Or simply be around

Because the negative is not

Enough

And if we rise with you,

A certain kind of sufficiency

Of economy

The science of

A real enough and more

May follow

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Really,

We don’t need so much

Less than we think we do

Then out of

Small largesse,

When that’s all we have,

We may help

The other

Not a sly metaphor

But a person

Real people

Real needs

Not holiday

But quotidian

Every day,

You know

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All this is real

And thankful

To be prayed

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C L Couch

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