is the wind of God
pouting snow on a mountaintop.
I would like to climb so I might
turn the corners of the mouth to the sun's
smiling laughter running back down
the straw of our
gravity, holding me to the mountain,
drawing back the level walking, holding waters
of our thirst.
Climb the wind's lip, adjust, focus, recognize
their parting, where the sounds make song.
Hannah’s Prayer
1 And Hannah prayed and said, "My heart exults in the LORD; my strength is exalted in the LORD. My mouth derides my enemies, because I rejoice in your salvation. 2 "There is none holy like the LORD; there is none besides you; there is no rock like our God. 3 Talk no more so very proudly, let not arrogance come from your mouth; for the LORD is a God of knowledge, and by him actions are weighed. 4 The bows of the mighty are broken, but the feeble bind on strength. 5 Those who were full have hired themselves out for bread, but those who were hungry have ceased to hunger. The barren has borne seven, but she who has many children is forlorn. 6 The LORD kills and brings to life; he brings down to Sheol and raises up. 7 The LORD makes poor and makes rich; he brings low and he exalts. 8 He raises up the poor from the dust; he lifts the needy from the ash heap to make them sit with princes and inherit a seat of honor. For the pillars of the earth are the LORD’s, and on them he has set the world. 9 "He will guard the feet of his faithful ones, but the wicked shall be cut off in darkness, for not by might shall a man prevail. 10 The adversaries of the LORD shall be broken to pieces; against them he will thunder in heaven. The LORD will judge the ends of the earth; he will give strength to his king and exalt the power of his anointed."
plow into the sea,
take their motors and
plow into the sea?
How many farms sink
up from the table,
push their chairs back and
sink up from the table?
How many beds
whisk out through the wall,
cover rumpling stiffs and
whisk out through the wall?
How many roots
insist on themselves,
dreams in their life-press
insist on themselves?
How many of us
will climb from below,
up from the sinking,
climb up from below,
float out of the house
rise up from the farm
grown all from seeding,
climb up from below.
Careful moving through
glossy pin-pointing leaves red
berries holding nests.
1 It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; 2 to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night, 3 to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. 4 For you, O LORD, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy. 5 How great are your works, O LORD! Your thoughts are very deep! 6 The stupid man cannot know; the fool cannot understand this: 7 that though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever; 8 but you, O LORD, are on high forever. 9 For behold, your enemies, O LORD, for behold, your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered. 10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over me [a] fresh oil. 11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants. 12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 13 They are planted in the house of the LORD; they flourish in the courts of our God. 14 They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, 15 to declare that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
hopefully, oxygen will
allow blood to muscles,
heart,
brain may do as it is
one of one shifting.
during lunar eclipse,
solar flares,
sun stroke.
I will read
(my Bible)
again,
and again,
he will read
two me, focusing
dual site
singular,
plural,
shared.