I My Own Blind Shepherd

The mad stream
I wash in now
runs upward of a trace
through rubbled fields
and pastures calm,
where Latin lies
and Greek begs
Kyrie Eleison.

I know not how
it came to pass,
this fabled end
to sanity,
only that it was
hard-won easily
after a search
begun just here,
I my own
blind shepherd
looking down
on a flock
that used to be.

The words I find
have long since
turned to stone,
yet how they shine
when the water
is upon them.

Up the hill and down,
they dream in hands
that warm them
back to life,
like precious seeds
in virgin ground.

September 12, 2005

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