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Hope is a haiku its

Hope is a haiku its meaning as illusive as the butterfly Music is the sound of Creation praising God we are the echo Prisoner escapes Beyond the dark of the moon he has found safety (For Philip Berrigan)

Women are spare ribs odd unnecessary bones since the beginning These bone-chilling nights are cruel to the homeless Open the churches She came to bring hope to the poor her heart a flame trembling with passion (For Dorothy Day)