A sparrow calls outside the
Window, and the grey light
Of morning comes through it.
Before the window, the voices
Of the congregation. Of the
Faces there a light bears out
Other than the fittings bestow.
The voice of the Lord is a
Powerful voice! and it is hope,
Against its abiding futility.
An egret steps gently into the
Shallows near a runoff pipe,
Its plumage a cold white in the
Shade of a willow. Lights wind
Silently across its legs, ribbons
Cast up by the slight motion of
The pale green water.
How empty we are,
In our shackles, each cool day!
Thursday 30 May 2013
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