Wednesday, August 17, 2011

late prayer



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Tenderness does not choose its own uses.
It goes out to everything equally,
circling rabbit and hawk.
Look: in the iron bucket,
a single nail, a single ruby -
all the heavens and hells.
They rattle in the heart and make one sound.
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~  Jane Hirshfield 
from The Lives of the Heart

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