up late


words fail me just when
i want to do as God did in the beginning
he spoke a word and all came to be
and we search hereafter for that word
of all creation
and words fail us
and then he confused the languages
but still
there it is; that word, over here and over there
that makes the grass grow
and the deer step out into the morning mist
and I am up late
alone
searching for the one word
that would make everything beautiful

2008

beautiful

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