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BILLY GRAHAM IS CALLING ALL BIRDS
They don't know him, but he
knows them, because it's revival time
for the Protestants among them, 'Billy's Boys'--
vespers for the liturgicals like me, prayer
meeting for everybody else, whether it's Wednesday
or not. I used to wonder what this nightly,
heavenly glory story was all about, Evensong
from a hymnal I never opened. They arrive each day
without fail when day is ending, same hour,
same place over water, where after circling, they
make lake-fall into a sentence of themselves,
meditate there until one flutters his wings,
and as if Amen they rise to circle once more,
then drop encore to bracelet in a shining rosary
the pagans named a Wheel. There are
no words for the sea birds, only cries that break
the sound barrier of the Crystal Cathedral
of the sky, where they were before worldly
worship in just this particular sacred place, and
when they're done and gone, they're gone,
and we are less blessed because of it.
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