Why do I like it
when fog covers the bay and
the end of the street?
Why in the wee hours
do I pray to a god with
no name to speak of?
Why do I think of
death as a sign that God cares
for His creation?
Who knows? All I know
is the strangely comforting
voice that keeps asking.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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