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This Carol

Here’s a prayer
from the Church of Relief,
the Temple of Bullets Dodged,
the Mosque of Joy.

Other days, I’ll remember
theology is complex,
thick with unanticipated
tangles and dodgy outcomes.

Our family has prayed enough
in those other holy places
the Shrines of Why,
the Monastery of No.

But in the glorious now,
it’s only this carol in my head:
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you.(Repeat)

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