The Poem Knows
Where its spine is
How with sinews to the bone
its muscles do attach
Where
its finger and its toes goes
How its eyes have seen
and ears have heard
will recognize the voice
that strikes the soul
like latter rain
The poet knows....
The poet
in the secret of the earth
with all the creatures signs her name
Out of last light
to be called
with all her failings
to forgiveness wrought
for her
The love designed
A salve
for love denied
through all those springs
To finally
in God's call
to hear her name
to know him