Those unable to speak their love
are as cold as hammered steel;
Those unable to grieve
are a vacant wind;
Those who are ungrateful
are frightened of themselves;
and those who cannot remember God
have grown older than the hills.
Say the name, O wild rose,
speak the unpronounceable;
Moisten your lips, move your tongue
and praise the indescribable;
Utter the words of every spring
waking the divine;
Open your mouth, O wild rose,
and reveal your hidden gold.
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