Poem Without a Title
‘I could not opt for little joys’
I could not opt for little joys
When advertised by the discreet
Endeavour of half holy men,
Or abrogate a half humanity
To gentle Jesus – invented demi-God.
For true Gods in creation
Live expensive joys,
Great tempests, laughters, loves.
Their weathering adds more than felted moss
Green under leafy suns.
They in their branching wisdom know
That tempering that brings
True transformations home,
Great statures undiminished to gentility,
And by their pledge to flesh
Through us they live,
And in our love
© The Estate of Ronald M. White
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