Wind Makes Crazy

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The raven
preaches from above
his dark robes spread
he tells his tale again
" I am the black rock, the Land
full of subtle, fragile life!"

Shouting out
from his piñon pulpit
the choir in the cholla
a meadowlark waiting
to sing today's hymns
" I am the dark wind, the Breath
that spins the world!"

From my rough-hewn pew
beneath a juniper
I listen to his sermon
seeking enlightenment
from a dark guide
"I am the black cloud, the Water
that awakens life!"

Beside me, a rabbit
whispers, "you cannot turn
the devil away
just with scripture.
Give yourself to God!
Give yourself to God!"

The sky itself has become
a black wing
as I turn away
out of the desert
"Thank you, brother!,
for taking the time.
It is good to see you
In church again!" mjh

5/23/99

revised 7/3/03


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