Like Mystics
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It isn’t strange that men draw us to God,
That women, children, boys and girls require
The heart to think divinity, not odd
That thoughts of birds draw us to ever higher
Horizons like the sky and sun and stars.
It isn’t odd that thoughts of fish draw dreams
To Caribbean’s and Pacific’s bars
Of palm trees, then through currents like the streams
Sent out from warmer gulfs that turn to drift
And widen as they cross the oceans. All
These creatures and these realms are bound to lift
Our minds as smallness turns to sunset sprawl.
The little gathers greatness in our thought.
The world becomes epiphany unsought.
~ Phillip Whidden