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build me a room
restrain me from restraining
bind me to unbinding
let me run thru
the church
crying
stop
say nothing if
not in a rush of words
to call a still & holy silence
beams of light thru stained glass
windows high in the walls of hewn stone &
build me a room that refuses
the nails of any cross;
tigers in the pulpit
Richard Lance Williams
Posted over on More Poetry
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