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Justin LacourOctober 12, 2023

I’m wearing black
because I’m mourning
the success of others.

(It’s okay, no one will read this.)


But I’m grateful for the thicket
behind my in-laws’ house—
the frog pond, the plywood bridge.

When I close my eyes there,
I hear You building a home
for me not made of applause

or money,
if I’ll accept it.


Most days, I don’t.

But when I was young and unemployable,
I cried real tears,
proclaiming This is God loving me,
even in defeat.

I want that faith again,
trust that outstrips understanding,
a whisper of reassurance,

on a path I know nothing about.

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