(from Dark Woods and Other Poems)
Brief Reprieve
Beneath the pound of the rain
and the rush of the tides,
a gentle peace abides,
a weary ease.
A thrush chirps softly,
calmly through the thunder;
a worm crawls from under
the burden of earth.
It's a reverential hush:
liquid peace pours from heaven,
as God snores
in weary ease.
(written March 1965)
Published on June 21, 2020 14:09