-from Eternity, My Beloved, Jean Sulivan
*To Listen
fold yourself
without crushing
into a quiet
place
set aside
all device
notice
without strain
yourself
disappear
into
presence
-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.
An After-thought
I take a walk into the yard
to watch and see the lilies grow
then I down the boulevard stride
and pass a bum in tattered "silks".
The poor lad lays upon the walk
and cries his brother-lips to mine
yet, spied, I look upon his face
and chase him back before the gate.
When orphans sit upon the fence
to watch my hurried gait stride by
it's only speed that soothes my mind
of all the pain that they've transgressed.
I circle back and pass the slums
but steer clear of those smelly sighs;
the people here are only rats
the very thought can slay their pride.
I scoot fast past a beggar's plate
and jaundiced when he wheezed his cry
for I need weed the lily patch
before the cloak of darkness falls.
Now that day has pleased me well
and life has scarred my sanctum'd bliss
'tis time I stop and think awhile
and check my spirit's blamelessness.
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