a prayer for commons

How would you eschew, circumvent, sidestep, transcend the cultural battles, Writer in the Sand, Coin Flipper, Reviser of the Resurrection?  Blast the ignorance of us the ignorant, and do so with fingertips trembling with the power of compassion, of gut level pain for the cries of the dispossessed and the knots of the wounded, us all.  Teach us how to attend weddings and make them parties, libations following liberations, at the celebration of your secret presence.  But also, help us figure out how to tune a public speech–a hopeless cause, given the symbolic brutality of our political discourse, but then again, nothing is impossible for you.

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