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Under God’s sky-full hands

waters around continents

peak in coral and turquoise,

reefs bejeweled with fins and fans

from the artist whose canvas

must be submerged

to be seen.

So too with souls—

left alone and earthed

in the deceitful mirror

of time’s fooled sufficiency

they erode into scrubbed limestone,

unpretty quarries.

But pooled into fonts,

wells, and tides,

they acquire a majesty

happily not of their own making.