in excelsis Deo

A Poem by Anon ymous

She is determined to find God, figures it’s easy
to recognize a peddler when you hear one:

a teller of tales,
raconteur,
that serpent in man’s clothing.

She wonders if it is enough to fly
into the highest cloud but all she finds

is a nest built from high hopes and thin air.

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