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Sunday, May 16, 2010

Poem: The Holy Man, Brendan Kennelly, 1968

A trapped bird
A wrecked ship
An empty cup
A withered tree
Is he
Who scorns the will of the King above.

Pure gold
Bright sun
Filled wine-cup
Happy beautiful holy
Is he
Who does the will of the King of Love.

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