Prayer Among the Stones

Hardness is the earth’s own lament,
refusal its punishment. See

how the small birds tremble
in drab grey-white, how they call

in small pebbled relay among halberd-
leaved tear-thumb, asters bordering

the ditch like fringed husks of stars—
Who would not be moved by their darting

and pleading, their search for a soft
place to burrow among the stones.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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  1. Relay, the pleading: like those. Here all day the sparrows were chirping in the rugosa bush.

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