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 An excerpt from "Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus" by Denise Levertov 
						iiGloria
 Praise the wet snow
 falling early.
 Praise the shadow
 my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof
 even this gray October day that should, they say,
 have been golden.
 Praise
 the invisible sun burning beyond
 the white cold sky, giving us
 light and the chimney's shadow.
 Praise
 god or the gods, the unknown,
 that which imagined us, which stays
 our hand,
 our murderous hand,
 and gives us
 still,
 in the shadow of death,
 our daily life,
 and the dream still
 of goodwill, of peace on earth.
 Praise
 flow and change, night and
 the pulse of day.
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