Poem: Tent Like Openings — Greg Hobbs

Tent Like Openings

Let the music in your judgments sing!

The rule of law is nothing but the song of human beings
raised in hopeful expectation of yearning for a place to

Nourish, grow, and cultivate each and every living thing.

A cup of water from the widow’s well, a burning bush,
a father’s knife, spared to save a darling son

His future husbandry.

When so much is given, holding to the world’s rim
intonations of a cherished sister’s richer resonance,

If not to ask, “Why does each and every day re-circulate?”
as if, the day before, we’d missed the cairn the breaking light

Sets upon the ripples of a lake.

Greg Hobbs 4/19/2015


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