Thursday, January 10, 2013

Psalm of My Own

God makes no promise
but that of love.
He says,
Reside in the V of my arms
like a bird's nest
      in branches. 
Firmly, I will hold you;
strong storms and wind through.

Love makes no promise
but that of itself.
She says,
Trust your heart and let me shine
like a wave of light
through dark forests:

Make peace with yourself
and make peace with others,
for you’ll need acceptance in your eyes
when you meet us.

(From the books Selected Poems 2004-2007
and Collected Poems)

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