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Ceremonies of Innocence
“The ceremony of innocence is drowned”
-W. B. Yeats, “The Second Coming”
The ceremonies of innocence live,
All of them: youthful lovers holding hands
Bees watering beneath a dripping tap
Good farmers tending summer’s ripening fields
Things fall apart, but gather we the bits
And carefully love them together again
With cups of coffee, lines of verse, kind words
And all the liturgies of worship and hope
The ceremonies of innocence live:
They mend the time through the blessings we give
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