Who says

What fear taught me measure
before I learned delight?

Who says my prayers are small?
Who faults my joy’s thinness?

Most of me, as you, I can not know.

Without my knowledge
great ancient trees rise
from the root in my heart.
A whale breathes in me,
dark and wet and singing
of the deeper world.


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