YANG CHU'S POEMS 305
It was Wednesday night prayer meetings,
The darkest night of the year.
God walked through the walls,
Entered the church.
God was naked.
The parents quickly put their hands
Over their children's eyes.
The preacher in panic,
Switched off all the lights.
Duane Locke
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