October 14, 2016
by Naomi Shihab Nye
You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used looking for gold.
What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know.
~from Yellow Glove
All Saints' Day
Aramaic version of the Lords' Prayer
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder
Michael Symmons Roberts
Princess Louisa Inlet
Sisters of St. Brigid
The Book of Job
The Lord's Prayer
The Pilgrim's Progress
contemporary British poetry