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On Psalms
113-118
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To whom do I give thanks, if not to you?
I wish to find the fountain of these waters,
The breath that gives its fragrance to this earth.
It cannot be that being is but being,
For deep within it we can glimpse the void;
Yet something moves like love across the heart.
I bless the bread, but bread has no volition;
I bless the wine, but wine cannot rejoice.
I bless my family, both before and after,
But they, like me, are fruit and not the vine.
Who, then, is there to receive my blessing?
For blessing being is like blessing sand.
To live without you is to live alone.
Even walking by the way, we speak
To someone walking silent by our side,
There or not. And so I speak to you,
My one-who-is-not-there, and seek your blessing,
And thank you for my love, if not my faith.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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