"The hedgewren's song says something else." ~ Theodore Roethke

Something Else

I cherish the sparrow
in a world of traffic.

I applaud cloisters
and quiet wisdom.

I prize the frail light
of six in the morning.

I hold to the human,
the flawed, the hurting.

I reject television:

the standard, the fake.

I tiptoe to approach
small lives in the hedges.

I wish upon several
immeasurable suns.

I embrace the common,
the near, the warm.

I yearn for the palpable,
I ache to embrace.

I crave consolation,
pockets of silence.

I sit in this life,

a shabby chapel.

I hurt to recall
my dearth of mercy.

I hear the clock tick
in the sheltering dark.

I drink clear water
and wait for April.

I remember tomorrow,
I recall the future.

I name you promise,
I call you joy.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-15 at 07:02

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful, especially the last 2 lines :)

John holliday
Beautifully written.....it definitely resonates with me....