Tuesday, March 10, 2015

21. no fortress

A tiny tongue holds fast the ancient door
yet a child can open its bastion.
For this is no fortress;
the stronghold is within -
a fleshy citadel
not stone bulwark.
Through the door
light walks;
in the day it courses sun-powered
into the cool forgetfulness,
at night
candled prayers flow out.

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