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Psalm 8

In the death of religion,

as we have known it,

God comes anew

rebirthing faith

with fresh breath

And new intent

 

The old religion

(that too was once newborn)

we lament,

but do not miss;

as noonday does not miss the dawn

 

And such a God, 

ever resurrecting,

loving,

healing,

we praise,

fresh from the tomb

in the eternity of fore-time

and yet-to-be time

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