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                       (Unpublished)

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