Is there an icon of eyes
of the dove
wings wide
just above the shoulder –
and of in the eyes
that branch
buried in the heart of Jesus?
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In the harbor of dark
The light ghost came sailing
Thy wind, thy tree —
Thy quaking tree —
Thy bells of consecration
Up and down the ladder
He lifts the smudge
that clips our view
of heaven bright and blue.
A bird flew through
the mind of Christ
and came in search of me.
I ducked in my hole
and peeked through the sticks
to see if he could see.
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