Thursday, December 11, 2008

Doxology

morning broke.
creeping angelically 
falling 
over the fields
like the hoar frost

i attempt to fix 
in my mind
silences 
that seem to 
elude me

the fields
and singing  how Great Thou Art
my voice a choir
my voice a choir
my lone voice a choir

my song will no longer 
fill my room
or the space between the 
toppling atoms
another atom
and another
and another
and I too am atom.


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