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cars.
    Some dumb merchant sold his holdings
    all to buy one pricey pearl?
    Suzy stays diversified, 'cause
    Suzy's not that kind of girl.
    Suzy tries to keep herself from
    puking on the Tilt-A-Whirl.
    "Step right up!" cries out one barker
    from his sneaky ring-toss game.
    Suzy pays, and plays, and misses
    (gets a bunny all the same).
    Suddenly she's on the Cyclone—
    all she did was ask his name.
    "Holy, holy," "God of power,"
    "with our lips, but in our lives."
    Suzy's engine's overheating—
    it's enough to give her hives.
    In the font she spys cool water.
    Suzy takes a breath and dives.
    Surfacing in Judah's Jordan,
    seeing Baptist, seeing bird,
    Suzy asks the man who's dripping
    whose it was, that voice she heard.
    Suzy wants to dwell among this—
    she can be the flesh made word.
    SUZY SAVORS PARISH LIFE
     
    Suzy likes to read the Bible.
    Suzy likes to smell its smell,
    warm, spread-eagled there before her,
    casting its unearthly spell.
    Sometimes she pretends she's shut up
    in her own monastic cell.
    Suzy goes to church on Sundays.
    Suzy goes to Evening Prayer.
    Suzy goes to Bible study,
    since the cute new rector's there.
    (Suzy wants to press the vestments,
    then decide what he should wear.)
    Suzy'd like to hold the chalice.
    Suzy'd like to pour the wine.
    Suzy'd like to try a solo
    antiphon (it's just one line).
    Harry called her singing tone-deaf.
    Suzy's singing is just fine.
    Suzy wants to give a sermon,
    mount and frame the parish quilt,
    buy the wafers, clean the silver,
    change the flowers when they wilt.
    Suzy's going to be the biggest
    pledger since St. Jude's was built.
    Suzy wants to scrub the altar,
    be there when the bread arrives,
    help to push the boulder from the
    doorway when our Lord revives.
    Suzy likes the priests she's met. She
    likes their husbands, likes their wives.
    Life is back to normal somehow.
    Suzy, safely in the flock,
    thinks at thinking speed again and
    sometimes sleeps around the clock.
    Using towels and candlesticks, she
    christens houseplants in her wok.
    Suzy's been at church a month now,
    shunning evil, doing good.
    Suzy's looking up a passage
    no one's ever understood.
    Suzy loves not just her neighbors,
    but the whole damn neighborhood.
    SUZY PONDERS
     
    Suzy used to feast on Sunday—
    frosted flakes with milk, and toast,
    juice and jam and steaming coffee,
    then, pre-lunch, the wine and host.
    Now, instead, she deeply tries to
    teleport the Holy Ghost.
    Suzy hears the organ starting,
    shifts to sitting from her knees,
    looks at all the pretty flowers,
    wills a steady, cooling breeze.
    (Last week Suzy tried the first row,
    but the incense made her sneeze.)
    Now Episcopalian, Suzy's
    figured out what Jesus means:
    buy a field and sow some seeds, rip
    up the weeds, and eat your greens.
    What does that new rector look like,
    dressing up behind the scenes?
    Suzy's ready for a mission.
    This time Suzy won't go wrong.
    Prospect Park was cold and dark, but
    now she's better, calm and strong.
    Still, she isn't great at waiting.
    Hey, how long, O Lord, how long?
    Suzy wants to grip life's passion.
    Suzy wants to fight life's fight.
    Suzy says to hell with fashion.
    Suzy says to hell with fright.
    Suzy says to hell with darkness—
    Suzy says turn on the light.
    Suzy hears the final reading
    (how small is a mustard seed?),
    pictures God as those beside her
    stand and sing, and sit and read.
    Suzy's dancing to the hymnal.
    She's supposed to let Him lead?
    SUZY PLEADS
     
    Suzy, willing, waiting, isn't
    liking what she's getting dealt.
    God wants Suzy Zeus to cry, but
    Suzy's not about to melt.
    Wishes she could choke Him with the
    rector's fancy bell-pull belt.
    Suzy's feeling mighty lonesome.
    Like a planet. Like a nun.
    Like a hermit in his cabin.
    Like a bad guy on the run.
    Is it wrong if, now and then, she'd
    like to have a little fun?
    Suzy's feeling mighty timid.
    Suzy's feeling mighty tense.
    Suzy Zeus is mad, as ever,
    that religion makes no sense.
    Suzy's getting total