voice that flows
from beneath conscious knowing
into the bones of feeling
and attaches like moss
on the bark of trees
during a rainy spell
and grows like grass
in a concrete crack
pushing apart
bringing grasping life
where there is death
where there is drought
bringing embracing humanity
where there is only angel or demon
sinner or saint
bringing caressing reconciliation
between body and soul
between earth and heaven
and so we say goodbye and thank-you
Leonard
great mystic halleluiah of our age
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