Bill Grace
Poems by Bill Grace : 1081 / 1080
Word In The Morning
With garbage out and night lights off
But before the morning symphony
I try for a greater majesty
Where reins the silence of the day
(The strike of mantle clock withstanding)
And through which God speaks
A vector quiet as these lines.
Bill Grace
Submitted: Monday, February 06, 2006
Poems by Bill Grace : 1081 / 1080
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