Milton James Rhode Acorn Poems

What I know of God is this:
That He has hands, for He touches me.
I can testify to nothing else;
Living among many unseen beings
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One day in a lifetime
I saw one with wings
a pipesmoke blur
shaped like half a kiss
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I shout love in a blizzard's
scarf of curling cold,
for my heart's a furred sharp-toothed thing
that rushes out whimpering
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Live with me on Earth among red berries and the bluebirds
And leafy young twigs whispering
Within such little spaces, between such floors of green, such
figures in the clouds
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If this brain's over-tempered
consider that the fire was want
and the hammers were fists.
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Since I'm Island-born home's as precise
as if a mumbly old carpenter,
shoulder-straps crossed wrong,
laid it out, refigured
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