We never quite know
whether we are addressing God
or our notions of God
This a good place to begin
what can we do from here?
doubt our doubts
Address our doubts
our notions of
what is beyond
Until we begin to see
edges of shadows
intimations of callings upward
Here in the larger
Hear in the larger
Something
:- Doug.
Unable to find words
A poet can but point
Give clues
Yet the meaning
Is beyond finger
Beyond poet
Poem is not the end of poet
Nor of making
The thing makes
The experience touches
Poet and hearer
And worlds
Unexpected
Children beget children
Beyond our hopes
They sit in our laps
Before wriggling off
To go their ways
Go, poet, for the inner
Call forth from our compost
Rich black soil
:- Doug.
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