AT THREE A.M.

She was only eight.
At three a. m. she came to me
in an old memory —
she who was killed
in a freak accident.
I officiated at the service
to bring some kind of closure
to the tragedy
and received too many accolades.
It began to feel
it was all about me, the preacher.
and it wasn’t.
I had to leave off preaching.
I turned to working wood
and got saved.
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