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Salvoes in Faith:
I would rather invest in one life
Feel the wet of its tears
The jolly pitch of its laugh
Use what strength is in these arms
To bear up the fainting frame
Catch a dream or two
From its repertoire
Hear a memory disclosed
That only a trusted one might fathom
Or ever get to hear
“In confidence”.
What a marvelous, bracing term
Of responsibility.
Rather have all of this
Than keep the juggled balls in the air
Partially satisfying
A bucket-full of acquaintances
Who have not the time
Or hunger, or honesty
For real engagement.
They come…they go
They flit, they flee.
But not you, my Man
My steel, my storehouse
Of belonging.*
(*As John the Beloved might have spoken to Jesus of Nazareth)