POETRY

Gloucester at the Cliffs of Dover

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The Fiend appeared in the rain
at the top of the cliff,
no need for him to fall again.

The blind man fell from a mind
that could imagine a fall
that saved.
That Christ, that Satan,
fell betrayed and rose redeemed.

The mind set him gently on the sand
and said, as anyone might well
have said to anyone,
“Thy life’s a miracle.”