I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder

O Lord, May I Never Want To Look Good. O Jesus, May I Always Read It All: Out Loud And The Very Way It Should Be. May I Never Look At The Other Findings Until I Have Come To My Own True Conclusions: May I Care For The Least Of The Young: And Become Aware Of The One Poem That Each May Have Written; May I Be Aware Of What Each Thing Is, Delighted With Form, And Wary Of The False Comparison; May I Never Use The Word "brilliant."

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

You Must Believe A Poem Is A Holy Thing, A Good Poem, That Is.

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.