The Other God
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THE OTHER GOD
It is a rare noise I hear.
Those sounds that seem to say:
I could be a pond; or
Have been a reflection.
Knees that are forever bent
Into a prayer of all things.
I am in each thing.
The aspect shown,
The one that is most needed.
The slope of spring untended,
While walking toward an answer;
always visiting myself in stranger’s clothes.
I don’t think anyone imagines
quite enough these days
To meet
Their other God.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2020
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