“Adoro te devote, latens Deitas…” ~ St. Thomas Aquinas

Behind every story, a sympathy
that might need chiseling
in order to be seen.

And the daily hymn
that birds sing as they forage:
Does anything belong to me?

Take me in the cold and show me how
the hive sleeps: how it can bear the rumor
of gold cells ticking in the walls.

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