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A Goldfish Psalm

In the morning, when God
Awakes and descends,
Growing to fill our sky,
We smack our lips at the seam
Where our world meets Hers,
Eager for Her daily bounty,
The Sprinkling of the Bits.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.