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ICU Waiting Room in Advent Artistic gilded deer repose in peace Among the store-room-dusty plastic leaves Of decorator-decorated wreaths; From thence they gaze serenely down upon Sneeze-spotted pics in People magazine And empty coffee cups recyled from Recycled natural fibers recycled From green fair trade recycled soy inks. No ikons grace this dying-place, no cross, No crucifix to focus farewell prayers; Christ’s people gather lovingly around, Their baseball caps thrall-ringed about their heads In devout remembrance of passing souls. Their cell-phone aps pass through their vague, weak eyes As once the ancient biddings and prayer-worn beads Slipped gently through the lips and hands of men.
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
ICU Waiting Room in Advent
ICU Waiting Room in Advent Artistic gilded deer repose in peace Among the store-room-dusty plastic leaves Of decorator-decorated wreaths; From thence they gaze serenely down upon Sneeze-spotted pics in People magazine And empty coffee cups recyled from Recycled natural fibers recycled From green fair trade recycled soy inks. No ikons grace this dying-place, no cross, No crucifix to focus farewell prayers; Christ’s people gather lovingly around, Their baseball caps thrall-ringed about their heads In devout remembrance of passing souls. Their cell-phone aps pass through their vague, weak eyes As once the ancient biddings and prayer-worn beads Slipped gently through the lips and hands of men.
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
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