POETRY IS THE RICH CONSERVE
Ultimately the voice in the whirlwind says
I am this love
which drips like honey through earthly caverns
…to the high altar…
poetry is the rich conserve--
the talisman for transit
through all comings and goings
moment to moment
aeon to aeon
music from the great organ
always othering to itself
but yet comes home.
--Barbara Smith Stoff
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment