Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Inward Life

The inward life
The hidden lamp
The caged soul
Forever placed beneath
A cold potter's sky
He said the crown
Is too heavy for fists
And His words grasp
A ponderous universe
So He would know
Still I find my eyes
Gravitating navelly
And I am left a-peek
Beneath fired clay
Aching for the feet
To place light
In every dank corner
Of the whole wide room.

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