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Sermon (a poem)

“I take as my text the Book of Job — / for are we not like him, innocent, / suffering, crying out for justice? / are we not like him, each of us / surrounded by these righteous, / these pious friends who so love us, / who console us with false accusations, who comfort us with lies?” Continue reading

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