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It wasn't just the fire flaming us

like two trees leaning into each other,

branches and leaves slowly unfurling


as they give themselves to heat and light

and the luminous burn of silence.  Not

this only, but also the unspoken things


that came alive between us, treasures

harboring in the breath we blessed in

the sharing, keeping vigil in the descent


of wild tongues upon us, flesh and bone

alive as on that first Pentecost--bearing

witness to the truth we know, if at all,


in the margins beyond saying:  that love

descends to meet us in our desires, joins

us in a convergence we finally know


only as a reckoning, gathering the lost

distances and bringing us to the truth

we know at the end of every beginning.


Published in "The Anglican Theological Review" 97: 1  (Winter, 2015), 109

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