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I.

No faith crisis,

no desire for licentiousness

(no prospects for an affair),

no compulsion for the NFL.

Rather the cardinal’s song,

the wren’s coloratura,

the mockingbird’s imitative chirp,

the mourning dove’s childlike coo.

To lay in bed, listen—

wouldn’t that be sufficient?

Who needs the dressing up

of clothes, of disposition?

II.

Church bell marks eight o’clock,

harkening to monks’ measured days,

time for measured prayer.

It interrupts your slothfulness.

You ready yourself with wrinkled shirt,

khakis, and hope—your wife

and two kids waiting for you

and your faith at the threshold.