Gregory Orr – Ⅳ
Part Four (A Selection)
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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.
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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.