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                  As if the losing makes us more of what we are.
 
 
It’s not as if the clouds were parted and
some waterfall of golden light poured forth. 
No rainbow smeared its hues across the storm-
bruised sky. No wondrous star. No kings with gold.
No angel choir. The sun did not stand still. 
No burning bush. No parted seas. No feast
of fish and bread. Sometimes the aching heart
wants blatant, flagrant proof of holiness.
 
Tonight it was the swallows as they keeled
and curved, converged, dispersed and re-appeared
that altered me. Though truly, it was not 
the birds and more the watching as they swooped, 
the watching till the watching self dissolved 
and the world was only space and darkling wings.

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