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Once age begins to draw its tether, every wisp

of faith is like a breath beneath the surface of the sea.

God exists? Maybe. God knows? Possibly.

God’s concerned? Debatable. So the snare pulls

tight around the tan slim bodies we used

to count on. At first we seriously think

about chewing off a leg, but opt today

for pleated pants and shoes that don’t make

our feet feel like strung hams, and we pay

extra for lenses just thinner than ice cubes,

forgetting the time when lips formed easy ahs

and spoke to God as if he were a drugstore clerk

somewhere in the center of Kansas, who asks

Can I help you find anything? You just holler

if you need me, anything at all, and sometimes

we did call, and believed that he, and we, heard.

Forgiveness released us with the ease of a whisper,

peace rained each morning like flakes of yeasty manna,

and I believe was as easy to say as yes yes yes.