Jeffers on salvation- the eventuality, winning by grace.
Meditation On Saviors
"
Love, the mad wine of good and evil, the saint's and murderer's,
the mote in the eye that makes its object
Shine the sun black; the trap in which it is better to catch the
inhuman God than the hunter's own image.
"
Little dare I care if I hold, comprehending,
holding center most attention, intending
to behold a beauty we all share below our cares,
cast away, worry of worthlessness being made known,
when I die, and you are not made aware I was ever there.
To all the unread poets,
a muse I used has gone to offer solace devoted
to silence.
I find Jeffers, again, I walk the hills west of Mendicino County,
imagining Glass Beaches in the future, as all our excess erodes.
