Tuesday, August 14, 2012

psalm IV

sparrow whistles in the woods
on small island
on vast dotted lake 

one low burst and three high
clear as lake water
tones ring through branches
and soar into blue evening sky
until they reach almighty ear
thrilling to hear the song
planted deep in the dna of earth
so that it is never lost 

always ringing in the cosmos of life
so that my matching song
can burst out and reach the heights

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