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Gregory Orr – Ⅳ

Part Four (A Selection) 



What suffering! Why isn’t

The earth covered with tears

To the very mountain peaks?


Ah, but it is and always has been.

And the globe is filled

To bursting with groans.


And above it all the Book

Floats like an ark.


Not serene, but separate

From all the agony.

Not indifferent, but other,

Like the beloved.


If you can glimpse it

Among the waves,

Swim toward it.