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East of Shoreham, a Moment

It was gold and steel in the west tonight

the sky from horizon to zenith alternating

rich light and billowing dark cloud.

I looked and the land seemed to me like

the west of Ireland wild and open,

punctuated with a house here

and a farmstand there, and between them

the land gray and empty in its winter wear,

silent as the tires sang their wordless song.

This earth, anonymous enough to the passerby,

known stone by stone and tree by tree by them

who stay in these houses. And who gains more?

The traveler who winds on through like the steel gray cloud?

Or the dweller who abides day by day like the golden light of sunset?

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Author:

A native of the North Shore of Boston, I currently live on Long Island, New York. I worked at Boston College as the Acting Director of The Church in the 21st Century Center until August, 2010 and served until November 2016 as Canon for Formation, and Dean of the George Mercer Jr. School of Theology of the Diocese of Long Island. I am now Rector at the Church of Saint Anselm of Canterbury in Shoreham, New York.

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