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Ways to Be Redeemed

Nomi Stone

Eve and Adam were created side to side. When their union

became perfect, they turned face-to-face,


and the upper world too (for a moment) was perfect. Every

time, their bodies brought the universe closer to what it had


originally been. That is what they are talking about

Saturday mornings, in their house of


God, that was almost shattered

by a bomb last spring. The walls make


continuous movements back into

one's self: blue green mustard patterns ajar, opening like


eyes on peacocks' tails.

One boy sings the morning


prayer in a clear, high voice in a minor key doubling back to

regain each lost chord. The losing happens


faster than the gathering. When a journalist

is told that photography is forbidden


inside the synagogue, she takes

a small tape recorder out of her purse, thinks, "There--


the sound will be enough; they'll know."

One Native American tribe thought the earth would


fall from the sky without their

songs. So they did not stop


singing.     My body and the bodies

it loves sing long into their dead end.

A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure. - Henry David Thoreau


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