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And so we race to clothe ourselves

Against the elements, each other.

To layer skin on countless skin

Build buttresses and ramparts.


Carefully draped and dressed

We rag pickers

On affluent heaps

Reap brighter, better scraps.


Yet –


He calls us to a fast

so we may feast

At His abundant table


Calls us to be naked

Exposed to His purpose

And the world’s raised eyebrow


Asks us to replace

Warm feelings and peer acclaim

With His invisible ermine


For the promise kept

By the gift of brazen faith

Unquenched by reason



© Andrea Hensher February 2012

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