Saturday, January 5, 2013

The bars of this poetry

The bars of this poetry     



I talk about Your silence.

(The irony does not escape me) --



knowing nothing, chattering along

while You hold Your tongue,



mouth containing universes,

and motion with Your eyes



toward the path

You wish me to follow.



When will I get the hint?

When will the world get the hint? –



this snickering, shouting,

riotous and blasphemous world?



I quote Your words.

Lord, let me quote Your silence



and leave behind forever

the tongue of my conceit,



the lips of my folly, the hollow,

brittle bars of this poetry.



O child of God, honor your poems.

They are addressed from Him to you.

                       (Unpublished)

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