Lawrence
Hall, HSG
You are Civilization’s Quiet Contemplative
I send Love’s name into the world with
wings
-Thomas Merton, “A Psalm”
Into your
pocket you slip a volume of verse
To feel and
smell and breathe the words of others
And paper and
pen are ready to your hand
To limn an
errant dream as it whispers by
You take a
roadside turning known only to you
Recusing yourself
from busy-ness for awhile
To sigh
upon a grassy bank and simply be
And rescue civilization
from itself
With words
you embrace the entirety of life
(But don’t
forget your British Army Knife)
