Hooting Beast

Hooting Beasts

Prudence is the flinty gaze;
the loving face; the faded eyes;
the bony hands; the twisted feet;
the memories of blood-washed streets.
Wisdom knows the cankered sore;
the shoulder weary with the world;
the care, the sorrow taken home;
the fettered choices without reach.
Faith, the gentle child cried..faith
in all the world of hate.
Faith as dear, as dear, as breath
that clouds a window pane and makes
the child see its holy face
that all the darkened world shakes.


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