Lawrence Hall, HSG
You are Civilization’s Quiet Contemplative
I send Love’s name into the world with wings
-Thomas Merton, “A Psalm”
Into your pocket you slip a volume of verse
To feel and smell and breathe the words of others
And paper and pen are ready to your hand
To limn an errant dream as it whispers by
You take a roadside turning known only to you
Recusing yourself from busy-ness for awhile
To sigh upon a grassy bank and simply be
And rescue civilization from itself
With words you embrace the entirety of life
(But don’t forget your British Army Knife)
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