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Hasteneth To Be
The captive exile hasteneth that he may be loosed . . . .
---Isaiah 51:14
When did the sense of balance
come into its own joy and peace?---
and a kind of silent salience
commanded distractions noise to cease?
That was a time of poetry
despite directives to a dull scholar's
life, or the lines of some factory
toiling for corporate dollars.
That was a foresight and foretime of Grace
in a venue set apart
from ordinary time and space,
an initiation and a fresh start:
all this abandoned once, a sole repentence
will summon the exile from the long sentence.
Starward
[jlc]
