Bernard Levinson
When ancient anatomists
opened the heart
for the first time –
God was asleep
in the parachute cords
of the small valves.
A finding
of some moment
and much bewilderment –
not in a church
or a temple –
but there
between the soul’s breath –
God lived in the ebb
and flow
of the blood’s tide.
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