Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The story in your trash.

"Iesus saith vnto them, "Did ye neuer reade the Scriptures, the stone which the builders reiected, the same is become the head of the corner? This is the Lords doing, and it is marueilous in our eyes."" -The Gospel of S. Matthew, XLII-XXI

Leisure rests on the lap of work,
And all the Persian rugs and things you have

Have a story.

Dream with your lungs and heart next time you dream.
Dream with the places your polder and mother peat

Need you least--so that there with purpose you will be.

Dream, as later, awake,
You can accommodate the rhythmic homilies,
And strew your namesake on the belly of the world.

St. Matthew will know your name, your secrecies
The indelible stitch of your scrap of a hem--

His pen bleeding, his aim


If bountifully replete.

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