PSALM OF ASSENT
When the electric company lifted us
out of persistent darkness
we were as in a dream. Slowly
the pub emptied of burly men
from West Virginia and from Maine.
Still, you reminded me
to light the lamp, then turn it down:
the shortest days are still to come
and the prodigal son is running late
leaving the work in our hands.
It is not incumbent upon us
to finish the text, but
neither are we free to refrain
from adding today's letters
quills scratching in the lamplit dark.
Line seven donated by Kate Abbott. Thanks, Kate!
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