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David Craig. Jesus
Jesus
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Thin 19th century gravestones
It’s Holy Saturday
The dog howls when Linda plays piano
Our other dog died, which was harder for him
I still look for him beneath the table
Fr. Bob looks so old at 82
And if at times I feel like Pigpen
Summer looms, a very big peony
Let me pick my berries here
Self-reflexive in the parking lot
The monks have it right
All the help we need
The wind in waves, up the high grassy hill
Let me fit nowhere
Driving through an Amish thunderstorm
I generally ride the giant tortoise
The green tree next door
Who better than the fallen
We walk into a different cave
Refugees must learn what a radish is
You can find better sheep
Your cry has always been small
The deserted part of the city
Pentecost comes but once a year
God delights
Finding Waldo
Wisdom, like an old horse
And this house, as I look at it
Green daffodils, braided soon
Where you live, you don’t
Popes, Poland, and presidents
The future is always too big
Our Miniature Schnauzer, fifteen
My laughter makes the tree whole
The fog outside this morning did not come
“My chance for completely clear skin”
Praise God for this flat, cold winter sky
I need more money to live in this economy
Let’s have Christmas again this year
I do want to improve
The Virgin Mary, Queen of all the earth
This “veil” of tears
Another man singing in the park
We want the king’s fireworks
Little trains at Christmas, little guns
Frost crumples the pumpkin
The world is ending, I read it on the internet
We are not the most important anything
You walk under the trees without me
How can we escape our sins? Who would want to?
Jude wants everyone to go to bed early
Only hillbillies git to heaven
Old friends come back (For Mark, John)
Egg nog spells the season
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