I tried to teach the children
about prayer, that discourse
similar to poetry: except I too
find it often difficult to make
my way to that door cloaked
in the rotten hedges, its wood
smelling faintly of apples,
its many branching tunnels leading
back and back to the stumbling self—


In response to Via Negativa: Workshop.

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