ONLY WONDER KNOWS
You’ll never really know
anything
until you’ve listened
to the worship
of glaciers
or
for long quiet days
bent your ear
to the wild deep earth.
The way she knows herself
so effortlessly
could end
all war
forever.
Who can still hear
the voice of
the albatross
as she prophesies
over the world?
I tell you:
that man
will rule
over multitudes.
The trees gather
in transcendent
convocation.
They flitter their leaves
and ponder
what is to be done with us.
The mountains
beckon us to brave
their wild backs,
expose our naked flesh
to the terror they hold.
They do this for love
to invite us
to join
the Great Conversation
at last.
See the way
the waves kiss
the shoreline?
They’ve been making love
like that
for millennia.
Children understand this.
To brush
the back
of a fuzzy caterpillar
just to say hello
is to caress
the face
of
God.
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