Having given thanks,
i rise toward my obligations
unaware of their weight
send orisons
hosannahs
to the four corners of the compass
whence dwells the All
And save some small part
Of my shattered self
For the days that will be:
i must rise in all directions,
Even downward:
i will not rest
Until all have given thanks
For All . . .
--Mr. Gobley
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