Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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13<br />
Compel<br />
What convincing to live in a men-hewn world,<br />
coin’s twist & bullet’s bite, kings lord orchards &<br />
direct vengeance, which small kindness beats back the bomb?<br />
Crumble in every fist too, ancient kisses remembered & sung.<br />
******<br />
Helpless<br />
Call it God when the hour rests soft<br />
upon your cheek, the faces laugh &<br />
everyone kisses the stone pipe in great<br />
fraternity. Call it God when sunlight<br />
tips every heightless wood up there,<br />
when the air itself weaves sugared<br />
song through this hour rests softly<br />
upon your cheek, faces touch &<br />
withdraw through swathes of darkness<br />
& call it God as familiar bed becks<br />
with its sweetheart smiling through<br />
your webs & chaff, knowing truer<br />
the wreckage of your heart fine<br />
& holy, alive, grateful, take her<br />
hand, let life’s glint of a dream<br />
draw you pictures of the possible,<br />
call it God as new day streaks<br />
through them & something else reveals.<br />
******<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006