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So pitiably were we
unfit to meet God's terms
that we needed a Christianity
just for worms.
We had no kinship
with the saints
whose job was to sweep
us out of their tents.
We already
knew we were
unworthy
to approach the altar
so huddled
in outer
cold
unsure where
our own God was -- not was
in terms of doctrine
but for real and for us
in our desolation.
For the low and stepped on
would there be
inclusion, redemption
finally? -- or were we
tubes of hopelessness
condemned to bake
sad S's
on the sidewalk?
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