Subtitle

A CONFLUENCE OF DAYS, WEEKS AND YEARS

by Jonathan Vold

Sunday, September 11

Waking The Wind

  from Walled Gardens
 
  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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