Fiery maples arced over

streets turned aisles of

cathedrals. We were young,

still creatures of earth,

walking to school

singing hymns of

becoming, whispering

prayers of someday.

We are here now and whatever

we believe brought us to

this presence, it will prove

faith arcing to faith and

love arcing to love. The world is

real and we were made to

be real in it. It requires some

anger and some courage to

remain creatures sent

blessed and burdened to the

someday that is

here and now.

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