Voice Of The Stranger - Poem by Steven Federle
God speaks, and God is to be heard, not only on Sinai, not only in my own heart, but in the voice of the stranger. Thomas Merton
human speech ceasing,
leaves whispering, praising
in the gusty breath of God.
Throughout the hot day, lusting
tongues lashed; verbs clashed
through the busy lanes. Fear filled us
as we sought the hidden path.
to the night-
song of dark meadows;
tears of passion,
engorge the sterile land.
Oh, hear the stranger sing
through these dry, city streets,
tell tales of strange
and ponderous deeds,
songs of frogs
who, once loved,
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