Ordinary Time (2011)

O Father in the ordinary time
in the sleeping of the green
in the heavy of the sky
in the silence of the water

You the roaring beneath the ice
You the spark in the middle night
You the star in these black woods
You the word after dying

Be vital and near
and heavy and pure
loud and strong
and never-ending

And rush in our veins like sap
at the secret smell of spring.


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