3.22.2011

The Valley

it is addressed thusly:
A song.
it reads:
I rise late in seeing
The morning, and being
Unable to greet the day
In a desired sort of way
But how it must be met
For any who would yet
Seek to possess their soul
And fill its glass more full

'my cup runs over' he said
but this wine like unseen bread
which comes from afar
as the door when ajar
is opened gently and clear
as though a man were there
such is the grace of these
days which pass not in peace

our spirit is in these cups
drunk when on sorrow it sups
greatly so, greatly so
face to face may know
dis-illusion is its theme
for when all fog has been
cleared & drawn from the room
we find then the empty tomb.

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