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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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God Poetry

The Last Two Coins

May be a black-and-white image of text that says 'You get it all. However small, I'm emptying the stores. The hope. The care. What wealth is there, the last two coins are Yours.'

I need you
to know, if this were
all, it would not only be
enough, but more
than I ever conceived – ever dared
in hoping for.
What a way to live – aflame
with trees, and sky, and sense, and
words like grain
pushing through the hard-packed earth.
Is it possible
to be so full
and not to burst?

That is why you must
know that this piece was enough
to bear the whole. A gasping at the brink
of tide. If this relief
is all you should provide, and even if
my lungs should shrivel in the sinking
now, it is well
received. Goodness is
carried far as grief. Our lighter
gift, too oft dimmed beneath
that oily blanket – but it
burns. It burns the longer,
through the age of man
and yonder. All else is
concealment, that lights at last
on the eternal flame.

I mean to say –

this one spark
proves all
enough
to burn
the dark
away.

Living Gray

Some Gray Lives

Shards of Stained Glass

Shards of Stained Glass

Rechristening

Shape the Earth

Advent

Advent

So Far, Yet Still

So Far

The Well

The Well

All Anew and Twice as Bold

All Anew and Twice as Bold

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