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Don't grieve...
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Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round
in another form. The child weaned from mother's milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed.
God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flower bed.
As roses, up from ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
till one day it cracks them open
Unmarked Boxes
Don't grieve Anything you lose comes round
in another form The child weaned from mother's milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed
God's joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell As rainwater, down into flower bed
As roses, up from ground
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled
It hides within these,
till one day it cracks them open
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