I got so I could take his name —
Without — Tremendous gain —
That Stop-sensation — on my Soul —
And Thunder — in the Room —

I got so I could walk across
That Angle in the floor,
Where he turned so, and I turned — how —
And all our Sinew tore —

I got so I could stir the Box —
In which his letters grew
Without that forcing, in my breath —
As Staples — driven through —

Could dimly recollect a Grace —
I think, they call it “God” —
Renowned to ease Extremity —
When Formula, had failed —

And shape my Hands —
Petition’s way,
Tho’ ignorant of a word
That Ordination — utters —

My Business, with the Cloud,
If any Power behind it, be,
Not subject to Despair —
It care, in some remoter way,
For so minute affair
As Misery —
Itself, too vast, for interrupting — more —

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3 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    Through my long misery and His seeming lack of care, I lost touch with the presence of God, even through Bible reading and prayer and sermons.

  2. Racheal says:

    I love the poem, but it’s just not me. I can’t believe ya died. you could of had alot more wonderful poems out there. good job. friendy

  3. p0etrygal says:

    just curious if this title is incorrect I am in my second semester of literature and in our Lit book the title is I got so I could “hear” his name, would be curious to find out if this is correct or not.

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