Unless one takes up the matter of apprenticeship
To love, one will never kiss the winecup’s gleaming lip.
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When we have become tired of the mind’s shiny new toys
I’ll seek the adult occupation which manhood enjoys:
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There are two things that concern all men: tomorrow’s bread
And a star to shine in that darkness we call our bed.
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The wells are drying up, but the mercy of God flows on;
The dust storms obscure the sun, but the shining Word goes on.
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Don’t talk to us about science and spirituality;
That subject is the eggheads’ and egglets’ partiality.
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They have taken us away to a desolate land
In the midst of waste waters, an island of sand.
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Just before sunset a beautiful blue cloud snapped the gold chain
Which imprisoned it and poured down a huge, still, warm rain.
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The burden of dust is the hardest burden to bear—
Dust that has a heart and nerves and eyes which stare and stare.
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When the wheel of fortune stopped at my number I did not ask
Another turn—it had completed its billion years’ task.
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