AN EMBARRASSMENT
by Wendell Berry
"Do you want to ask
the blessing?"
"No. If you do,
go ahead."
He went ahead:
his prayer dressed up
in Sunday clothes
rose a few feet
and dropped with a soft
thump.
If a lonely soul
did ever cry out
in company its true
outcry to God,
it would be as though
at a sedate party
a man suddenly
removed his clothes
and took his wife
passionately into his arms.
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