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From the hot tub
I see the deer atop the northern hill a small herd big racked buck in silhouette. When I look next they’re gone but the song goes on. I soak under the gray shadowed dawn the world awakening to its hungers and griefs their calls companion to my solitude. Later, in my room kneeling in prayer for this life of love and loss I hear them still in the rapture of communion. What they take Oh Lord of light and dark, sustains them. Would that it were so for us.
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