In a message dated 04/05/2003 10:19:36 AM Central Standard Time,
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<< Poet-Priest.
Unpeel yourself? For priest the why is clear;
if heart mount and sing, then never praise nor pray.
How scour your soul though, bend your heart, sear
words till none come? Worse, send song away!
The sonnet ties a poet’s tongue and eye
a while perhaps, soon words the chalice brims
till spills forth, froth first, then, let none deny
it, the heart-wrung, heart-sung, pure song of him.
See, it bursts seams, sonnets splendidly sunder.
Steel-bright verse in the heart’s hearth’s wrought,
strikes light, truth, soul’s rack, pain and wonder
in the quest for a solution, a salvation sought.
God knows you, priest, the way of you and your worth.
Your fellows hear the songs you rang,
day long, from the resounding earth >>
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