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Praise God
By Joe DiCarlo
Copyright 1990, Joe DiCarlo
A poem about the Creator's influence.
There is a mystery with wings
so close about your head it sings
or starts the pigeons when it rings
from sun-drenched towers with
their bells; the caper at the
start of things, the lilt that's
hidden in the strings, before
it's touched, the lyre sings!
As though each blossom were
a lute, and sound could
bend your soul with fruit!
To grasp that being is, is flame
that leaps up from the leafy frame
like vineyards in the sun and rain;
the fragrance of the sweetest plot,
that anything should be at all
and nothingness in not!