Consequential Contradiction

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Spring’s wind has disappeared.  The petals fall,

Continue falling, pink in mystery

Still falling.  Mystery still sends its call.

The abbot contemplates sin, mystery

And seasons. Just beyond him mountains rise.

They cloak themselves in rituals of leaves

And branches robed.  His thoughts do not chastise

The God of atom bombs in white silk sleeves.

A bird chants somewhere in Christ’s silence.  Song

Increases secrecy in valleys, light

And leaves.  Here clarity does not belong.

Gowned sense of horizons halts, far too slight.

  The closest mountain sends out even more

    Confusion, more like meditated roar.

~ Phillip Whidden