Come Shake Us Poem by James McLain

When It is the light and it touches yours the eye.
Come morning over the high bright sky is one hill.
I who am he asks of she to look ahead to where the road,
has turned around it and it directly upon behind it began.
Therefore as for each the other asks of us,
travelers have stopped to inquire of us, by which of these.
Some bent, some straight and some new born foundlings, they ask.
Sent out by some and coming back home they might find.
Grace unto those,
which cannot come without our help, to do such one small thing.
When if by the ring, I am caught, mercy is tight as it's grasp.
The running rabbit, it can be, by me caught, taught without dogs.
Though the turtle has, wisdom is the internal light, thus is memory,
and like the tree, the flower, each bush, either the all is one.
Coming in waves, which burning they shake us…
But those whom the most of which we must feel,
are but of the sound of the wind and our inner most selves.
Found in the mirror and short, long lines and more sufferance.