Stones 
(words without thoughts, never to heaven go)


       Perhaps the fog is clearing.  Round dew misted stones, 
       the damp swirl surges and some stillness deepens 
       in the cartilage of sound. Thoughts roil; 
       needs and wishes strive for voice, for being heard, 
                for being granted soon 
                 exaudi domine, exaudi.. 
       Whom do I speak with, whom beseech? The shadow in the wispy 
       drift, the sense of distant horns, of homelessness, 
       of comfort's haunting, and compassion alien? 
       the desperate care which culls with unrelenting love 
       the sickly and the weak; the tenderness of healer hurt, 
       the song of songs, the call of nature's wild, 
                or heaven's courtesy? 
                exaudi domine, exaudi.. 

       This at the heart, the mind refocuses: draws back to offices, 
       and answerphones, doctors of history and of social works; 
       while this good dream of offered spirit, New Jerusalem, 
       the web and orb of peace, cries in the womb of god, 
       the rocky flesh of earth; sings like the treasure cavern 
       of  the ancient dwarves for sun's release. 
       My calm ungarnered, and my peace untapped I turn, 
                unsatisfied to work. 
                     Exaudi 
                   exaudi domine 

 
 
 
 

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Blake's Law

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Queen of the May
Lullaby for the Dead
Communion
Dishonesty
Eye
The Fiddle

POEMS FOR FORT WORTH
Fort's Worth
For Cassandra
Soughing Song: Fort Worth

Futility
The Gate
Harvest
Pause
Punjab 60
Song
Stones
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