This mysterious poem was published in 'The Campus' on ....november 3, 1978.
GRACE
Understanding
or questioning,
looking up into ugliness,
looking straight across
at yourself.
I speak, hoping
someone will answer.
I remember
that things happened
and never
because
of a reason.
Why we continue
is beyond me,
appearing at breakfast,
appearing at dinner,
the light ascending,
At evening someone will take a stick
and destroy all life;
someone will take a scarf
to strangle all sound.
Violence boils in the garden;
we pray for darkness
going down on our own passivity,
calling for waekness
of the old days,
calling for strength.
...
posted by Anonymous @ 11/27/2006 09:51:00 PM
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