A fragment of earth seen through
leaves,
through the thicket of time, at last
through the brook
that covers the bottom of a slender
chalice.
The chalice was formed from a crack
in the rocks.
-
A fragment of earth seen still
through You,
or is it through me?
The dwarfed olive trees where You
could not find shelter then, nor–
And today, why do I come?
Don’t be surprised. Here for one
thousand
nine hundred years each gaze passes
into that one gaze which never alters.
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