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I have buried what
should have been forgiven,
hoping it would be forgotten.
Even if there is a stink,
let those graves be opened.
We fear Halloween,
lumbering undead accusations.
We are promised Easter,
the ruined made whole.

Photo of blue sky and green plants near gray gravestone, First Presbyterian Church, Hector, New York.

Photo, 2013; prayer, 2014 by Danny N. Schweers

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