Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Before the prayer becomes language, there is breath. Before courage becomes action,
The mountain doesn't care that you're climbing it. It was here before your species.
Fire knows one thing: how to eat. It eats wood. It eats paper.
We had closed every window and called our fear prudence. Still the Spirit came—
One fire burns behind the stove glass, measured in logs and waiting. The other begins in the argument:
Easter is not only lilies, white cloth, brass, a crowded hymn. It is the locked room opening.
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