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for many years she had lived

in the slum inside an apartment

wrapped in colorful cloth carried

from another country, receiving

friends on plastic covered living

room furniture into the deep night,

brushing the dust from the papered

roses carefully placed in pots in the

corners of her three rooms, never

giving a single thought to two jobs

held packing coats and cleaning

floors, unconcerned about the

feint light from the neighborhood

sky barely making its way into her

bedroom window, and kneeling before

an altar of religious relics to strain

after answers all day. for years she

had lived in that apartment waiting

for the mighty tears of God to pour

on the edges of her far-off world, to

flood sidewalks toward the promises

of this worldly glory, carry her in the

untainted currents of praise, and widen

her heavy heart with sweetly packed

mysteries. in her tiny paradise in the

old tenement that some would say is

unbearable, she listened for the wind

to fly strongly into her dark rooms to

turn her in sleep with good news from

the mountain top—I just love to sit with

her listening, too!