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i tear the charcoal moon from the sky
and hang prayers and living hope
i light a candle for you
my words and fingers twined across a space
that is filled
with so much more than silence
my faith is strong, decades old,
inherited, i calculate its depth
with longing and hunger

yesterday’s sunshine
poured through maple leaves
yet emerged fully present in the syrup
i tasted its mystery
and so I seek to transcend adversity
in ways that refuse to be solved

By Jan Wood