Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Like silence once the metal bowl sings

By Jen Hunt

Like silence once
The metal bowl sings
My soul is weaned
My soul is winged
What quiet follows envy’s din
When haughty dreams grow gaunt and thin
Replaced by God’s sweet mothering
Clear fullness born of emptying
A solitary, solid thing
My soul now weaned
My soul now winged
Like silence once
The metal bowl sings


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