She climbed once
to the pulpit
to be tempted by the devil.
On her way
she saw small signs
that said don't go.
A tree bent low to the ground.
It loved the earth,
a momma's boy.
And great ravens overhead
calling at her,
perhaps mocking her
from their black bellies.
She rose past them
with sweaty palms.
She was amazed her feet
knew how to caress every rock
into supporting her.
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