Dear Sound of the brass begging bowl ringing,
I am so glad you have come to be with me.
Dear Silence of the galaxies turning,
I plumb myself for Truth
     seeking to discover the springs of poetry
     free of unjust restraint
          ideology.
Dear Always Desired,
thou manifest unto me.
Dear Union, most-blest, of God and Flesh--
     Jesus as a woman
     come for wedding
     unto me.
O Dearest, Key of my Potential,
     unlock me; turn, turn in my dark places
     awaken the sleeping dream
          at the rain-gentle root
          of the broad star ranges.
O Dear frying sound of the Big Bang;
O Dear leisured lightning of hydrogen aborning,
     violinist's bow on the spider web,
          THANK YOU.
          Thank you for my siblings whose very souls
          ring like tension, sing like space.
O Dear Close Within, Closest Without
Comfort me, hold me, let my manhood rage
in confident serenity.

Gentle Rain, Gentle Moss,
Orchid unleashed by certain fungi
     whispering in the soil,
Hear my prayer.

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