Saturday, January 27, 2024

A Saturday Verse

Wrung

Writing, wringing, wrung;
Singing, swinging, swung;
The mix of words and varied vowels
Can leave the soul undone.

Stately, stable, stunned;
Canny, comely, cunned;
Contriving words from meaning known
Can peaceful thought expunge.

So what are we to do?
Imagining we know?
Is thinking long and peering deep
A worthwhile practice – No?

Or is a wayward verse,
That makes the writer wince,
A reasoned effort, soulish breath,
That helps the inner sense?

It is, we dare to know –
and hear the Master say,
The answers sought for word by word
Are found on that Great Day!




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