https:\/\/laurenceroman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/03-Track-03.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\nTonight the sky is a dark lawn
\nWhere sheepish stars follow the grazing moon
\nWhile we chorus a plainsong of places, dates and numbers.
\nWe are human.
\nWe grow tired.
\n(For dates we say, the past, history<\/em>.
\nFor numbers we say, many, too many<\/em>.)
\nIn here, silence grows.
\n\u201cAnd he went up to the mountain, alone, to pray.\u201d
\nOutside raindrops drop.
\nPlop, plop, plopping;
\nOn puddles \u2013 shivering the skin.
\nPraying.
\nPock-marking the wet face of the world;
\nBright, beautiful once-dead stars quiver
\nShivering singing;
\nMoths dance on airy floors,
\nWaltzing with the lifting light
\nThey fall to earth and green hills swell,
\nRise and swell, far away.
\nIn truth, how can we tell the dancer from the dance?
\nOut of such a cold house
\nThis \u2026 thing \u2026 is born
\nFrom the stronghold
\nOf such inscrutability
\nOf such quietness the
\nEssence of fragility
\nThe embodiment of love
\nTells all \u2013 so that,
\nFor a moment
\nIn its fluidity,
\nIn its rightness,
\nAll strangeness is forgotten:
\nThe songs and the dances
\nThe man and the flute players
\nThe music and the magic
\nThe joy and the songs and the dancing
\nThe marriage of heart and head,
\nFeeling freedom and love,
\nOf joyous lust and love and love of life
\nEmbodied in words
\nThis mystery of love and hate
\nOf life and death
\nMouthed
\nStuttered over
\nSpoken of
\nThe light and the shade
\nWistful and wilful
\nThe righteous marriage of sweetness and bitterness
\nThe seed and the mystery of
\nUs \u2013 we \u2013 one.
\nIn our infancy
\nCreatures of grace.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
Poem – Sam Burnside<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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