4:27 p.m. - 2007-03-05
Canticle
CANTICLE
That very same Thrill
who awakened the ant,
flung gnats like confetti
celebrating dawn,
who ignited the heart of the earthworm
buried in sweet repose,
tenderly opened petals
intoxicating the stirring bee ...
That which, with no beginning,
was never missing,
flooded the still lungs
of the Son of Man,
excusing molecules in His name,
hushing Him out of the dank crysallis,
infusing time with eternity.
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