the punch-out mountains, black and white
cast in relief by the neighbor's light
resting on ebony, autumn sky.
Praise Him for fatigue
after long, full days of peace.
Alleluia for the re-paved street
for the acrid asphalt steam
just-poured, sticky sweet.
Selah,
Praise the Lord
for persistent metaphors.
The kind Reality cannot hold
though it twist our spinning worlds
right-side up to shake our souls.
Selah,
Sleep singing
praise for relentless believing.
Day-ending, day-beginning.
All the coming kingdom
glimmers,
safe from time's keeping.
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