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NIGHTFALL

 

 

 

I am called to prayer

I orient my mind

 

to understand the infinity of you:

fragments, half-syllables, silence

 

spirals that twist, curl, build

like clouds, like storms, like life

 

a fountain spraying chaos and rainbows

or a single droplet, clear and pure

 

this is the substance

with which I bathe my eyes

 

a substance

indistinguishable from tears

 

I bow my head:  This is

the impossibility of knowing

 

the infinity

of you.

 

Susan Smith Nash

October 16, 2001