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An excerpt from Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus

Written by: Denise Levertov | Biography
 | Quotes (35) |

Praise the wet snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof even this gray October day that should, they say, have been golden.
Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow.
Praise god or the gods, the unknown, that which imagined us, which stays our hand, our murderous hand, and gives us still, in the shadow of death, our daily life, and the dream still of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise flow and change, night and the pulse of day.

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