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Poetry by Sandy Dorr:
Impermeable
At first she can’t believe how it tilts up,
rocks back under her ridged finger, this
bobbled mineral grown in the dark of her mouth,
foreign as a diamond glittering in a mine.
How to explain a moveable stone
like the shell of her hand, the bones of her toes,
the calcified wings of her six-year-old ribs.
The invisible density that grows within.
I want to cradle the hard parts of her,
the clicking tips of her jazz tap shoes,
her name on the board for disobeying rules.
What is it I am afraid to lose?
Don’t push, I say. It will come on its own.
Still she worries and wiggles the tiny gem
that prickles and squeaks like chalk in her head
until it hangs from her pink gum by a thread.
Fairies, I whisper, under your bed?
She won’t yank it, won’t let me pull.
The yellow doors close. She’s off to school,
a glass opening I cannot pass through.
In the warm, lumbering bus she presses it down
wincing when the last string of root goes loose.
Blood on her tongue, a funny taste. The tooth
bounces and rolls down the aisle’s chute
until Judy, in her big jacket, brakes.
Kneels down and gropes around the gummy space.
The boys cover their mouths. The girls squeal.
What is this great happiness they all feel, that sends
her running through the gate to shout Mommy, it’s out!
She unwraps the milk tooth, little as a letter,
translucent against the brown lunch paper,
and caresses its curved tips with her pink finger.
Something formed in me falls away into the light air.
On her neck, white diamonds appear.
- Some Last Thoughts from Lillian Moore
My Church
Here’s a church of quiet beauty
Hallowed by the strength of years
Where we sing of joys we cherish
Where we bring our nagging fears
Mingling old with all that’s modern
Balance in a world of care
Speaking out with strong conviction
Thoughts of truth we proudly share
Working all for new tomorrows
Filled with gladness, blessed with grace
Onward with our faith to guide us
In this wondrous holy place.
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Unitarian Universalist Congregation of the Grand Valley
