the choir won't sing their hymns
for us their house won't give us
shelter and the heavy summer rain
is nothing but weather
we are here by our own signs
we kept our disbelief until
the heat broke and any blessing
was ours alone to give and receive
we won't wait in the shadows
for permission to squat
in the kingdom of grace
and we won't forget
their comfort and zeal
in the kingdom of power
not amnesty
but mercy
no redemption
just life and the memory
of days to come
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