I have been in touch with Beacon Press and I learned that by printing so much of the poem I might be infringing on copyright issues. So from here until the end, I shall write only a few lines of each poem and encourage you to get the book. It's so hard for me to only include such a small portion, because the poems in their entirety are so complete. I have loved to type each line as a form of prayer - so instead let us whisper the words to one another through the ethernet.
And what did the fox look like?...
He was rough and smelled of skunk.
But he was beautiful,
and beauty is not to be taken lightly....
Mary is still on to that fox she saw. She doesn't remember where she was going and cannot imagine what the fox is doing on the road, but she does know what beauty is and for. First and foremost we are to remember beauty.
We are to remember that beauty exists.
We are to remember that it is all around us.
We are to remember that it is in us, is us, is everyone, is every being.
We are to remember that the story of beauty ever continues and never ends, so that our days may be finished in beauty.
What story do you have that is unfinished, or unfinishable?