Heading: In the beginning was the word ...
November Sunset
Beloved,
what music lies
in the skies
to make
clouds move to it?
Hold fast the still
soft moving?
Poise the light
white
bright?
Make sound stand still!
Hold it fast!
Hush, trees!
Oh breathe, no bird!
Let the loving
Word
cast
down its sea’s
song.
Shake,
Heart!
Break!
Wake!
Evelyn Coffey
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