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June 1, 2020
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God (the sonnet) – Frank DeCanio

“What have you done to affirm Him?” she asked.
“Absolutely nothing,” I said. “He’s great!
Too great to be arrested and unmasked
by pulpit prelates who pontificate
on unsolved mysteries. I like my God
untamed. A voice crying in the desert,
a whirlwind over plains where none have trod.
Fear keeps us guessing, leery and alert.
I don’t want my Lord domesticated,
as though a hired servant at man’s beck
and call, or a politician feted
for favors. Chained around a maiden’s neck?
I’d rather have him wandering the street,
a burning bush in every face we meet.”

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