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snow and God—only one is white, the other all colors (2 poems)



the ends of Earth

in the north
though not quite there
we tend to think of
snow
this way

so we flock the marketplaces
with lists
for liturgies
and we might need these things
if
not for the not
we shall be
snowed in

hoping not for enough
but
honestly
for more than
with enough
perhaps
electric
and electrons
to share

folding chairs in parking
spaces
that should be public
though the chairs
are in an attitude of waiting
by
the doors

an encroachment on
an agenda to stay
clear
first inside the head
remembering
(or
maybe first)
the heart
the
spirit
to follow

then in the summer
those of us
not
south of south
shall fear the other
extreme
heat
with all the heat we might become
and that hear
on the inside
even
now


(based on being told the snow shall fall at midnight)



shall

and how shall God
love us when
we hate
whatever beside evil
with evil’s
agency
injustice

we may scorn these
and all the rest
be love
	thoughts
	emotions
	plans
the new instinct once we
have faith
to love
when dangerous
or fragile
at the least

and God shall
love
yet somehow never
on condition
but
to love

which might make
salvation
a condition
as
decision
binding us both
with an amazing fear
not
comprehending though
we all somehow agreed to
live and
after
life


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