Last Sunday

I cursed
when I almost fell
down the front steps.
(again)

I cursed
when the church bell
clanged directly overhead,
soul leaving body
as I rushed
late for pickup.
(again)

I found them waiting
in a pew
like the angels
they (sometimes) are.

I cursed quite loudly
in the valley of the shadow 
of Walmart
when the six-year-old
knocked the cart
completely off balance.
(again)

But we return,
we reset,
we begin.
(again)

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3/20/22

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