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Is This Seat
Saved?
As
Abraham was called to leave his home,
To
serve one God in haunted emptinessWhere errant spirits misguided pilgrims’ steps
Into those thickets that entangled lost souls
And
As
Brother Francis, barefoot in the wild,
With
rock and prayer rebuilt long-fallen shrinesWhen they had crumbled into weed-choked ruins
Where wolves gnawed on the bones of civilization
Now
An
old man riding in a city bus,
Wearing
spectacles and a cheap wristwatch,Has come to see us through the wilderness,
And enkindle for us the Easter fire
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