(Luke 2:29-32)

Bright
Featherweight breath, you groove
My granite
Hours
(Intricate igneous
Castoffs
From decades misspent)
By
A steady ex-
Hale. Pressing slow
Into time’s strictures,
You haul half-answers
Back
Toward home
Through the nettlesome
Calm that is chant. We
Sing
Psalms, then Simeon’s
Song. That old man glowed after many years.
Would he have been as glad
With thirty summers left?

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Daniella Ripperton is a student pursuing her A.A. degree in Creative Writing at Tompkins CourtlandCommunity College. Her research interests include the Book of Leviticus, classical theism, transgendertheology, and Christian Universalism. She lives in Ithaca, New York.

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