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- A Thought Beneath the Tree
Is it I who hides from You?
No, that cannot be.
You look upon all that I do—
I live beneath Your tree.I wear my medal, read my books
And thumb my rosary,
As though my tidy, holy looks
Reflected sanctity.I pray when moonlight stumbles free,
With whispers short and swift.
But silence walks with pedigree
Without illumined gift.I wonder, despite all I do,
Is it I who hides from You?
Grey Davenport is an amateur poet and military officer writing on the intersection of grief, inheritance, fatherhood, hope, and devotion. He resides in Arkansas with his family.
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