I step out into
ruffling cool
sun-steeped
morning and
hear lark’s song he is
in the bare poplars hailing me
on this hallelujah day
I step onto
stained-glass-dappled
stage and begin the six-eight dance of
voices young and old hailing miracle
on this hallelujah day
I step into
tomb of terror with
Mary M and see with sun-slanted
eyes the glorious absence hailing world
on this hallelujah day
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