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  In the Valley, Alone

 Helen Losse

 


I remember a strange, ubiquitous light.
It lasted one, maybe two seconds.
Nothing provable.
About as suspect, I suspect,
as finding God in Hollywood.

Then I’m down from that mountain,

knowing like Moses—that bush wasn’t on fire,

and it didn’t consume.

 

For me, there’s delight in the mystery of image.

I heard there was proof in the pudding, as well.

Somehow the blood, in the ashes this Wednesday,

moved freely through various fibers,

onto the altar cloth.

 

But who would have thought a wayfaring sheep

could encounter such love ’neath a sky of bright stars?

 

 

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