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Poem to a friend

Paula

trods

With pollywogs

And packyderms

Her dermis, near the dirt

And though the Paraclete

Lives in her heart,

Don’t look for her to sail

Like a dove into the sun …

No …. she’s an earth bound saint

Feet firmly planted

On the sod,

Heart next to God

In the everyday.

Ordinary,

When it comes

To love, and sense, and service –

Ain’t

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