Some gaze skyward
Some nod their heads
Some bend all the way to the ground
Some look to the horizon
Some stand and blink their eyes
Some look clear around the bend
Some are inspired
Some are quiet
Some are moved only in great moments
Some speak to God
Some just listen
And some make small talk in their head
Some call foul
Some call all
Yet some call like a distant evening loon
IN-God are all these
Yet OF-God comes a tug and a lurch
Of each soul opening its sails to the wind
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