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If the world had master craftsmen,

they would build a chapel

over our miraculous well,

to replace what was once blown up . . .

If I had the slightest zeal,

I would sew you a cover of cloth,

showing Nicholas the Wonder Worker,

or anyone else you wanted . . .

If an angel would whisper in my ear

a word as beloved as evening stars,

held dear in the mind as it listens,

I would repeat it over and over

and know all that you seek—

Nothing is needed by the dead,

Not home, not clothing, not ears to listen.

They need nothing from us.

Nothing—except the wide, wide world.