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"Thanks be to God!" I repeated again
and again, as the basin I was about
to wash in filled with cold clear water, till
I stopped the tap, murmuring still my thanks.
And I think of that night I lay in bed
experiencing the delicate orgasm
of tired muscles gaining surcease, groaning
upward through my throat one "Thanks be to God!"
For sunlight, for air; for life in comfort
enough for a man to live with his neighbor,
and enjoy what his affections possess
that no one in the world would deny him.
As one waiting, yet finding; and finding,
waiting -- like a thrust of light from its source. |
