the damnable thing of it all
is the wondering why not
always probing the mystery
so close
it is right there!
but then comes that horrid silence,
that seems to be the answer,
your answer...
to everything tried and skillfully rendered
the horrid silence.
the chore is to pray,
or to keep praying..
fingering the beads..
till this bewildered broken heart mends,
or till Camping finally gets it right...
or till the fragile chord breaks.
wkm
Oxford
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