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I do not know which weekend of that July, or

when---before or after midnight---this happened:

You, Jesus, called me by my given first name;

You called me from sleep to step outside to view Your stars.

Without disgust, or mockery, or shame,

You pronounced my name.

And from that weekend, wholly,

I never again encountered one bully

from my elementary school where, in fifth grade, it began.

Starward-Led