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Liturgy by Shawna Mayer

As a child I saw faith
in fragments of color

First Communion white
blood red martyr Sundays
the altar draped in purple Read More

Standing Ovation by Shamica Williams

My daddy wasn’t a famous musician
He never played at Carnegie Hall
Yet his natural talent
Outshines them all

He could hear a song once
And play it by ear
The guitar was his vice
The instrument he held dear

Music always moved him
He smiled when accumulated notes were plays
“Guitar Man” yeah that’s him
A music lover until he went to his grave

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